It's six o'clock in the morning, and it's still dark.
Ji An felt as if a big stone was pressing on his chest, which also had a vibrating function.
He opened his eyes with difficulty and met a pair of shining eyes.
His five-year-old daughter Ji Moli is riding on him, holding a pink plastic toy sword high in her hand, and announces daily tasks in a sweet voice: "Daddy Beast! Get up quickly! The princess orders you to defeat the evil dragon!"
Ji An rolled his eyes hugely, feeling like his eyeballs were about to roll out.
"I'm not going to fight monsters today," he weakly raised his hands in surrender. "I'm going to do odd jobs, otherwise we'll have to build bunks under the overpass."
Momo said "Oh" with a vague understanding, and climbed off of him obediently.
