Chen Yang's father: "!!!"
Chen Yang's mother: "!!!"
Both wore expressions of astonishment as they gave Chen Yang strange looks.
Their eyes seemed to say, Do you think we're stupid? Do we look that easy to fool?
"Son, are you sure you're serious?" Father Chen and Mother Chen asked, staring at Chen Yang together.
Chen Yang helplessly spread his hands. He knew these things were hard to accept and believe.
After all, it was far too fantastical.
It was like his late great-grandfather suddenly climbing out of his coffin.
Looking utterly helpless, Chen Yang explained with painstaking patience, "I'm your son. Would I really lie to you?"
Father Chen reached out and felt Chen Yang's forehead, muttering under his breath, "He doesn't have a fever, either."
It seemed it must be true, then.
Chen Yang patiently explained the whole sequence of events.
When he finished, he added, "That's pretty much what happened."
"Back then, I had no idea what was going on, either. I was just about to come home and inherit those gold mines of yours, Dad, along with your vast fortune. Who knew that with a whoosh, in the blink of an eye, I'd inexplicably end up on the Dou Qi Continent?
"The Dou Qi Continent where Xiao Yan lived. I became someone at the very bottom of the ladder."
Chen Yang told the story through tears and sniffles, looking utterly heartbroken.
Father Chen and Mother Chen were deeply saddened to hear it, too.
Their son had never suffered any hardship growing up, yet he had been sent to the Dou Qi Continent and reduced to someone at the very bottom.
Wasn't transmigration supposed to be reserved for poor people, those bootlickers, and people whose lives weren't going their way?
Their son's life had clearly been smooth sailing,