He is worthy of being the strongest talent in the Chu family generation.

Not long after, Chu Yuan appeared at the door of the small yard.

"Thirteen, can I ask you something?"

Chu Yuan looked haggard, as if he had lost his soul.

Chu Xuan looked at the little boy beside him. He looked five or six years old, and looked dull, giving people a feeling of stupidity.

You can tell at a glance that you are not a clever child.

The talent seems to be average too.

The little boy was holding a wooden knife in his hand and fiddling with it. Half of his attention was on the wooden knife.

Chu Xuan sighed in his heart. He knew what Chu Yuan asked for him.

Thinking of this, my father's personal story, I often hate him for being so ugly, but now I am so haggard and down.

No more vigor as it was before.

Last time he came back, he deliberately left half of the Emperor's Sutra for himself, just to increase his weight in the family.
Chapter completed!