The next day, Chen Shouyi left the two little ones at home.
After breakfast, he angrily rushed off to Southeast Asia.
The concept of distance has become increasingly vague to him now. Thousands of kilometers and a few kilometers are nearly indistinguishable. He streaked across the sky like a meteor, and within minutes, he arrived at the Malay Peninsula, the territory of the Goddess of Fertility.
When Chen Shouyi gracefully landed, the incarnation of the Goddess of Fertility was already bowing and waiting.
She wore a lavish golden silk dress, her voluptuous figure vaguely visible, wearing an alluring smile.
"Sir, you're here!"
Chen Shouyi's gaze slightly avoided her, finally looking expressionlessly at her belly and interrupting coldly, "You don't look pregnant to me?"
