Zhao Ritian was truly impressed by Lu Chengwen.
The moment bloodlines, heredity, genes... and their impact on descendants were mentioned, the old man slapped his own forehead.
"That's right! I nearly made a terrible mistake!"
Hun Tiangang looked at the three clowns, snorted disdainfully, and pointed at them.
"With the likes of you, you want to give me disciples and granddisciples?!"
The three of them knelt in a row, practically on the verge of tears.
Who wanted to!? This was all your own idea, okay!?
No... you believed in bloodlines, genes, and heredity, but when we said we couldn't produce any descendants, you couldn't take in a single word, could you?
What kind of person was this!?
Zhao Ritian continued pressing his advantage, saying that he still had a Marriage Contract and needed to go down the mountain to find his fiancée.
Hun Tiangang was delighted!
He immediately let Zhao Ritian leave.
As for these three little fellows, they stayed behind to watch Hun Tiangang's courtyard.
They worked in three shifts. Every day, two of them had to kneel at the entrance to guard the house, while the remaining one cleaned the surrounding area.
Sweeping floors, wiping windows, and guarding the home,
Hauling water and chopping firewood all fell to them.
They handled everything inside and out,
They were Tiangang's pets, running the household!
After Lu Chengwen came down the mountain, he returned to his villa to recover and rest.
Long Aotian arranged to meet Lu Chengwu and asked how his investment was coming along.
So many days had passed. There should have been some progress by now, right?
Inside an office.
Long Aotian waited anxiously.
Although he had advanced by chance in that battle, it was truly as his master had said: after a bloody fight, he had