The All-Around Superstar's Dad

Han Mo rolled his eyes, his sword-like brows drawing together. He instinctively raised a hand and pressed his temples. His head was heavy and muddled, as if countless nerves were twitching nonstop. Only with great effort could he lift his heavy eyelids. “Where am I? Shouldn't I be... Argh...” Han Mo tried hard to remember what had happened the night before, and sucked in a sharp breath.