The Foolish Dragon God

Zhong Lingyue's proposed node plan was indeed ingenious. It mutually corroborated Aquarius Star Dragon's calculations and had almost no loopholes.

Just then, the office door was pushed open.

Gu Yue walked in.

She wore a simple, elegant long dress. Her jet black long hair draped over her shoulders, her black eyes were clear as water, and a faint smile rested on her ethereally beautiful face. She carried a steaming cup of tea in her hands, clearly freshly brewed in the break room and brought over for Zhong Shenxiu on the way.

Over the past month or so, she had grown accustomed to coming and going from Doulong Technology's building, greeting those Dragon-Man Race employees, and waiting in the top-floor office for Zhong Shenxiu to finish processing the endless paperwork.

She carried the tea toward the desk, her gaze falling on Zhong Shenxiu—then stopping.

Because there was a child in Zhong Shenxiu's arms.

A little boy with short silver-white hair and golden eyes, dressed in a pristine white robe, nestled obediently and adorably in Zhong Shenxiu's embrace. His little face was round and plump, his features so exquisite that he seemed less like a real person and more like a meticulously sculpted work of art.

Gu Yue blinked, a trace of puzzlement flashing through her black eyes. She set the teacup on the desk, tilted her head at Zhong Lingyue, and asked with curiosity in her voice.

"Shenxiu, whose child is this?"

Her tone was casual, as though she were asking about the weather. She had known Zhong Shenxiu for so long, yet had never heard of any relatives or friends with a child this old. Was he a newly accepted student? Or perhaps the child of some Star Dragon in the clan?

Before Zhong Shenxiu could answer, Zhong Lingyue had