C1889 Adverse Effect

The little guy watched for a while before running over. Soon, he became tired.

Ji Mu Cheng raised his wrist, glanced at the time and whispered, "Son, it's almost 9, let's go back!"

"Yes, Daddy!" The little guy was tired of running and had seen enough. Satisfied, he ran to his father's side and begged for a hug.

Ji Mucheng gently pulled his son into his embrace