Wang Ran had a headache, but for a moment he didn't know how to deal with it.
He sighed softly, thinking that standing out from the Creation contest to become a Yin-Yang Creation Envoy was the top priority right now, and that other matters could wait until after the contest.
"Father, why do you always sigh when you're with me?" Lina asked with a restless expression, blinking her eyes, "Did Lina do something to upset you?"
Wang Ran gently shook his head: "No, I was just thinking about some things."
The clouds on Lina's face gave way to sunshine.
She waved and summoned a piece of white silk which fluttered to obscure her figure, the sunlight casting a graceful silhouette upon the fabric from above.
Two seconds later, the silk fell to the ground and Lina, holding the corners of her skirt, asked Wang Ran: "Father, do you like me in this dress?"
Wang Ran's expression froze for a moment.