Could this be another Nezha?
Looking at the young Nezha, Li Jing could not help but feel astonished.
After all, he was Nezha's father. Seeing another Nezha—especially one who was already a young man—naturally left him a little dumbfounded.
His own Nezha was only three years old, while the Nezha before him looked at least sixteen or seventeen. For a moment, Li Jing felt a jumble of emotions.
Especially when he thought about how his own child would face a heavenly tribulation at the age of three, Li Jing felt terrible.
What Li Jing did not know was that although this Nezha looked like a young man, he was not much older than Little Nezha.
"What are you all standing around for? Hurry up and take a seat!"
At that moment, Madam Yin also came over. Seeing the group standing there in a daze, she asked curiously.
"Mr. Chen Mu, who are these people?"
Madam Yin had naturally noticed Nezha and the others, and she could not help feeling curious.
"Madam, come, let me introduce them. This is Yang Jian, this is Lei Zhenzi, and this one is also Nezha."
Li Jing hurriedly pulled Madam Yin over and introduced them.
Why should he be the only one left dumbfounded? His wife should be dumbfounded too.
"What? Nezha?"
Madam Yin's eyes lit up. She curiously examined the expressionless Nezha before her, and a maternal smile appeared on her face.
"Come, come, Zha'er. Let Mother have a look. Ah, what a handsome young man."
Madam Yin did not stand on ceremony. Happily taking Nezha's hand, she carefully looked him over from head to toe.
"It's wonderful that I can see you grow up."
As she said this, tears shimmered in Madam Yin's eyes.
She dearly hoped that her own Little Nezha could