a long line of penguins holding plates covered by a dome went through the hallway to a room, inside that room an old man sitting inside a king-sized bed next to a sleeping white-haired girl, the old man usually looked sophisticated with the demeanor of big guys but that was all history, faced by such fairy food that not only cleans the soul and body but also strengthens it, he actually directly upgraded unto a saint just by eating two dishes.
the previous idea of slipping away when he finds an opportunity was immediately thrown into the garbage can, isn't that running from an opportunity?
isn't just playing grandpa? how hard could it be? if possible he really wanted to take him as my grandson, so filial, powerful, and good-looking, who would dislike having such a grandson?!