"Yes, yes, it's really almost better."
Held up by Qian Juduo this time, Qian Duoduo couldn't struggle free and could only nod repeatedly.
Hearing this, Qian Juduo slapped Qian Duoduo across the face.
Qian Duoduo was stunned.
'What's going on?'
'Why did he hit me?'
"Does it hurt?" Qian Juduo asked.
"Of course it hurts, you idiot! What's gotten into you, old man?" Qian Duoduo roared, clutching his face.
"Hahaha, good that it hurts, good that it hurts!" Qian Juduo laughed so hard he couldn't close his mouth, not looking like a father in the slightest.
"The pain means I'm not dreaming!"
Qian Duoduo: "..."
'Am I really your biological son?'
'With your Cultivation, can't you tell if you're dreaming or not?'
'And besides…'
"Why didn't you just hit yourself?" Qian Duoduo asked, feeling wronged.
"Are you stupid? That would have hurt way too much," Qian Juduo said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
