Even if it's an illusionary realm, he still hoped he could wallow in his mother's voice for just a little while longer!
Just a little while!
"My son, where is your grandpa?"
Gu Changsheng's voice came from beneath the entangling Cold Iron Shackles. The cold iron was icy, emitting waves of chill that made one's hair stand on end.
"My grandpa? My Old Handsome Grandpa... boo hoo... my Old Handsome Grandpa is missing! Aunt Cui, Auntie Qiu, and Aunt Shuang Jiang told me that my Old Handsome Grandpa went to find my grandma... boo hoo..."
At the mention of his Old Handsome Grandpa, the little dumpling started crying immediately.
The sound of the little dumpling's crying echoed loudly in the quiet guest room.
"Clang!"
"Clang!"
"..."
Amidst the little dumpling's cries, the sound of chains clashing could be heard from the bed.
The little dumpling heard it, his eyes wide with disbelief. This time, he no longer thought it was all an illusion!
