"Ahem." Mo Ke opened his heavy eyelids. The empty wooden house exuded the musty smell that had not been taken care of for a long time. The boy beside him was shaking himself anxiously, "It's okay, Mo Ke, I don't want to be your father anymore. Can you be my father? Don't be mad at me." This man shaking himself so hard is Zheng Yang! Zheng Yang, please call me Mo Ke from now on!
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
