The Law Protecting Minors in the Cultivation World
Redakteur: Henyee Translations
During breakfast, Super Chen was very vexed and gloomy as he ate.
He looked at Wang Xiaoling, his heart a little restless. He hadn't asked her outright just now as he didn't want to hurt her. It was said that a daughter was like a close-fitting cotton-padded jacket; it would hurt any girl to know that their own mother had been beaten up.
Wang Ling was a little moved by Super Chen's thoughts; although Super Chen was still young, he was clearly a good kid who knew how to consider other people's feelings. If a daughter was a close-fitting cotton-padded jacket, then Super Chen was a military overcoat.
This was what Wang Ling thought.
As Father Chen brought breakfast over, he saw Super Chen nibbling absentmindedly on a fruit pancake very slowly, and he immediately knew that it was probably Xiaoling's mom who had brought it over. He instantly chastised Super Chen. "Super, why didn't you ask Xiaoling's mom to come in?"