Old Fang's Thoughts

The next time they saw Old Fang, both Old Man Li and the leader were stunned. Fang Jianming, Old Fang's son, even spoke with a sob in his voice: "Dad... how did you end up looking like this?"

Old Fang moved his robust, muscular body around and wore an extremely satisfied expression. Seeing his son's mournful face, he couldn't help wanting to kick him, but he sensibly suppressed the impulse. He knew what his current body was capable of. If he kicked him, his son might be turned into meat paste...

"How did you end up working in intelligence analysis? Don't you know the most popular racial model in the Star Sea?" Old Fang glared at his son.

"I do know..." Fang Jianming cautiously glanced at his old man. "I just didn't expect you to choose a model like this..."

Who would have thought that his old man, who had spent his entire life in academia, was actually so wild at heart...

Being looked at by his son with such a strange gaze, the veins on Old Fang's forehead twitched. "I damn well wanted to!!!"

"Old Fang..." Old Man Li couldn't help moving closer. He touched Old Fang's rock-hard muscles and swallowed. "How does it feel, Old Fang?"

"Great!" Old Fang said with a hearty laugh. "All those old problems I had before—backaches, soreness, and the like—are gone. I feel full of strength, my teeth are in good shape, and before, I had no appetite for anything besides thin porridge. But now, every day I feel like I could eat an entire cow. I even feel my heart race whenever I see a pretty young girl. It's like I've returned to the age of twenty. It feels absolutely wonderful..."

"Dad... that last part was a little inappropriate..." Fang Jianming weakly