"Mother, you mean I have to acknowledge an alien as my father? Isn't that too peculiar?"
Although he knew he wasn't purely an Earth person, Jia Rong still identified strongly with his Earth heritage. However, now his mother, Samo Ling, wanted him to regard an outsider as a father-like figure. Even though he understood his mother might not mean it literally, he felt uncomfortable bowing and scraping to an alien like this.
"Alright, I don't want to discuss this topic any further. Just remember what I told you. The Giant Mosquito race has a deep connection with you. Make sure to respect them, understood?"
"Okay."
Jia Rong was no longer as rebellious as before. After all, he was in his twenties now, although he looked no older than fifteen or sixteen.
The people from Jia's family seemed to be living an ordinary life, but they knew that their family's every move was of great importance to the entire Earth and even the whole Orion Arm.
