"My son Fengxian?"
Ning An was momentarily at a loss, dumbfoundedly uttering this sentence.
"Foster Father, I'm not called Fengxian, I'm called Dachui, Wang Dachui."
Wang Dachui was skilled at taking advantage, smiling obsequiously, trying to climb up the ladder.
From the moment he entered the door, he had already decided that he wanted his younger brother to rise, not caring about face!
As long as Ning An could help him solve this problem, he wouldn't just offer incense at home daily; he'd even be willing to build a temple!
The viewers in the livestream were dumbfounded, unsure of what to make of it.
"Whoa, wait a second, has this version evolved to such a level now? It used to be seduction, and if that didn't work, they'd just start recognizing people as foster fathers?"
"Isn't the little Daoist only in his twenties? Judging by his usual behavior, he probably hasn't even held a woman's hand, and now someone is calling him 'foster father'? And it's a middle-aged man!"
