Though Wang Xuan wore black, he still looked dazzling. The not-too-long hair before his brow lifted slightly, every strand gleaming crystal-bright. He bared his white teeth and smiled with incomparable delight.
"Golden Years, recording the beautiful life!" he shouted, using words that countless people knew all too well.
In the entire group photo, he was surprisingly the only one smiling. Everyone else wore "disaster-level" expressions; not a single face looked even remotely normal.
The Mysterious Mobile Phone's face was black as the bottom of a pot, and it felt utterly miserable. It was furious—the brat had reproduced his lines, his "famous quote," word for word.
If it had not been held down, it would have already made its move. It realized that the brat's wings had hardened; he was returning the tricks it had once used on him.
Wang Xuan was indeed in high spirits. Back then, the Mysterious Mobile Phone had taken no small number of photos of him, shouting Golden Years at the drop of a hat. Every time, something was bound to happen, and they were practically all memorial portraits.
Now, he had an arm around Ma's shoulder, but he showed restraint in the end and did not let Brother Phone shout, "Cheese."
Void Dao Kong and the others all wore wooden expressions. What kind of ridiculous mess was this?
The other patriarchs were also "deeply stifled." Their facial expressions had gone unmanaged and looked extremely unpleasant. After returning, they should have been teaching this brat a lesson, yet he had apparently been "thinking of" them all along.
Clearly, this had been premeditated. The humble and low-profile "prey" from before, this younger man of later generations who had stayed behind, had been bottling things up until he was nearly bursting, plotting to "deceive his masters and destroy