C1889 Adverse Effect

The little one watched for a while and then ran that way, and soon he was tired.

Ji Mu Cheng raised his wrist and looked at the time. He said in a low voice, "Son, it's almost nine o'clock. Let's go back!"

"Okay, Daddy!" The little guy was tired from running and had seen enough. He contentedly ran to his daddy and begged for a hug