Red wine, fresh flowers, candlelight, steak, caviar...
"I really wasn't their biological son."
Zhang Yang stood outside the residential complex and gazed at his family's restaurant. His father was in an unbelievably good mood, and his mother looked stunning, so next up—right, it was time for a promotion and a raise, followed by a few more children.
Slowly sending out two strands of natal spiritual qi, Zhang Yang turned around and flashed a grim smile at a camera by the roadside. "What I'm doing doesn't count as breaking the rules, does it? Don't be so nervous. With my state of mind, I'm not going to become some urban superhero."
The country had actually handled things very well. Apparently, they had established a specialized team. In just these few days, his father had been promoted and formally appointed, while his mother's work had also gone smoothly. She had landed several major contracts, and even when she went shopping, she had managed to win the mall's luckiest-customer prize—a benefit that let her spend ten thousand yuan for free.
As long as people were in a good mood, anything could happen.
Therefore, Zhang Yang had no doubt whatsoever that there was a two-hundred-percent chance he would gain one or two younger brothers or sisters.
Still, as long as his parents were happy, that was all that mattered.
In addition, Earth Civilization originally had little understanding of the Third Sequence Civilization War battlefield. However, Liu Kai and the others had engaged in some in-depth exchanges with the other human races this time, and the other side had also expressed considerable friendliness. That was why Zhang Yang did not need to waste his breath explaining things.
With the survival of civilizations at stake, Earth Civilization had now conditionally agreed to a visa-free agreement. In other