As far as Zhao Ling was concerned, he had spent a few days at most. How had five years suddenly passed?
And who was this five- or six-year-old brat? Why was he calling him Dad? What on earth was going on?
Zhao Ling studied the brat carefully and found that he did indeed look somewhat like both himself and Dong'er.
Unsure whether this brat was his precious son, he asked, "Brat, are you that little troublemaker, Ping'an?"
The little boy rolled his eyes at Zhao Ling as though looking at an idiot and said speechlessly,
"Dad, did seclusion turn you stupid? You can't even recognize your own precious son anymore?
"And I'm six now. Shouldn't you lift the Flight Restriction on me?"
What the fuck??? Countless alpacas stampeded through Zhao Ling's mind. Who would have thought that perfecting his Eighteen-Layer Domain had actually taken five whole years?
Was this some kind of joke? Five years had passed just like that. Wouldn't his Confidantes be worried sick after he hadn't come home for five years?
Zhao Ling wasn't boasting. Although his Confidantes usually acted as if they utterly despised him, kicking him back and forth among the sisters like a ball,
if he didn't return to the Residence for ten days or half a month, they would definitely be frantic, perhaps even thinking some wildflower had stolen him away.
Back when Zhao Ling had gone to the Star Luo Empire to try to woo the sisters Zhu Zhuyun and Zhu Zhuqing, he had only spent a little over a month there.
After he returned to the Residence, his Confidantes had joined forces and thoroughly wrung him dry for a while. Zhao Ling could hardly bear to look back on that experience.
This time, he had been gone for five years. Zhao