"What is the meaning of this?"
Shen Yuan pointedly asked his son at the very moment he entered their home.
Since he was granted undertime today, he decided to immediately head home to rest and clean himself up. The dried-up blood in his coat has dried up and its colors mixed with the darkness of his clothes. However, it left a sticky feeling that he would love to get rid of.
The plan was to quickly go to the bathroom, without being seen in such a bloodied state by Yanyan.
But for some laughable twist of fate, the first thing he sees upon coming home is his son doing some inexplicable activities in the living room.
"Yanyan, why are you crouching and sticking your butt up to the ceiling? Is this some exercise? Yoga?" The celestial fox spirit asked, his facial muscles are all over the place.
