Lin Li really didn't know what kind of expression he should wear at the moment, nor did he know what expression he actually had now.
The homework that Little Dragon and Sasuke's dad have to write should be quite a burden for him, probably going to use up all the ink in the pen before Wu Huizhen might be satisfied.
Alas, maybe it's the sorrow of middle-aged men—after all, once student days are over, one has fewer and fewer opportunities to write with a pen, naturally finding homework more and more daunting, inevitably bursting out in middle age.
Luckily, as a Cultivator, he shouldn't have this kind of worry.
"Brother Lin Li? Do you know why? Why does writing homework quickly get you scolded?"
Little Dragon saw that Lin Li was slow to respond, persistently pursuing the question, his eyes full of Ding Zhen's curiosity.
"Little Dragon," Lin Li gently ruffled Li Little Dragon's head, trying to speak in normal words: "Writing homework quickly means your dad is not writing seriously.
