Not content with sending the photos he had taken earlier, Fu Wenzi took another one on the spot of the little one sleeping in Fu Nanshan's arms and sent it to the group chat.
Old Master Fu had initially found the constant notification chimes annoying.
But when he opened the chat, he saw that they were photos of the baby. In that case, never mind.
Fu Yunshen: ???
Fu Wenzi did not notice and kept sending photos.
Only after a while did he realize something.
Huh? What just got buried under all those messages?
He scrolled up.
Fu Wenzi: Second Brother!!!
Fu Wenzi: Second Brother, you finally showed up! Which remote mountain did you disappear into for further training?
It took quite a while for Fu Yunshen to reply.
Fu Yunshen: A tomb.
Fu Wenzi: Good grief, Second Brother, did you change careers and become a tomb robber?!
Fu Yunshen: ...Wait until I get back.
Oh, crap.
Fu Wenzi hurriedly sent a sticker of someone sliding onto their knees.
Fu Wenzi: I was wrong, Second Brother.
He quickly changed the subject.
Fu Wenzi: Second Brother, did you see the photos I sent? There's a dedicated album in the group too, all of our little niece. Cute, right? Pretty, right?
Fu Wenzi: Our niece! Our own flesh and blood!
Having just emerged from the tomb, Fu Yunshen was setting up camp with his teammates. His phone only had reception because they had brought a signal device. Holding a black heavy sword in his arms, he frowned at the phone that had only recently connected.
He took an expressionless bite of his compressed biscuit, then opened a photo and enlarged it.
A niece?
Looking at the pretty, familiar little face in the photo, his pupils contracted slightly.
Little Sister. Mother.
Before Fu