Going home?
What's so good about your broken home?
Ji Jue genuinely didn't understand—could it be that your home is some kind of legendary Heaven, where everyone bows and praises you upon seeing you, each room filled with ninety-nine concubines; where if you want beauties, there are beauties, and if you want young lads, there are young lads, with mountains of gold and silver piled in the basement, never to be spent?
If the demands are too high or unrealistic, fine, but isn't there anyone waiting for you to come home to prepare a bowl of noodles or simmer a pork knuckle soup?
Moreover, at this critical point, are you really the one who wants to go home the most?
Still too obedient to the rules.
Ji Jue couldn't help but shake his head.
He glanced at the desolate Minkler and sighed softly: "Even now, you still haven't shifted your mindset, have you?"
Even if there was some intuition and reaction, unfortunately, self-awareness didn't keep up with the situation at all.
