In the evening, the bald old man left.
And Qin Zi was excited.
"Dad, I have long heard that the Royal Family has an extremely precious Spirit Pool. It's said that bathing in it once can directly enhance two or three small realms without any side effects. It's simply defying the heavens!"
His face flushed, his whole body trembled.
"Calm down."
Qin Chuan put down the teacup in his right hand, then calmly used his left hand to wipe away the tea spilled on his right hand by his cheap son.
"Cough, cough, don't move, let me wipe it, let me wipe it."
Qin Zi coughed dryly, put down the teapot, and then, embarrassed, squatted down to wipe his father's hand.
Qin Chuan did not refuse either, a cheap son was a free servant, no need to waste it.
Thinking of that bald old man, he felt a bit sentimental.
This world seemed to be not quite as he imagined. These true powerhouses didn't seem foolish…
That being the case, it increased the difficulty of his work.
