They were pressed for time and needed to rush to the future world, otherwise they would miss the best opportunity.
Bai Zhi'er reluctantly kissed his son's forehead.
Fen Linxing was already curious: "What are you preparing for?"
Even before Bai Zhi'er could answer, Feng Fuce had already sent his wife ahead.
Fen Linxing knelt on the ground, watching Bai Zhi'er's figure fade into the distance.
He looked up at Feng Fuce, only to see his father's cold eyes staring back at him.
Fen Linxing feigned humility: "Father, I know I was wrong, and the Prison Beast knows too."
Feng Fuce sighed, "There's no one else here, no need to pretend."
No one knows a child better than his father.
Fen Linxing paused, then immediately stood up and patted the dust off his knees.
His features, not yet fully matured, were delicate and carried a hint of defiant childishness.
