"Father." A weak Spiritual Wave was transmitted into Goldie's mind.

Goldie's expression became stiff. Why do these unfortunate things happen to me every single time?

"Father?" The little shell was a bit confused, its consciousness not strong, and some of its sensitivity to certain emotions was very weak. Strictly speaking, it was simply a newborn that acted according to instinct.

It didn't have any subjective consciousness. Otherwise, it wouldn't have regarded the first person it saw as its father. Now, it was acting entirely by instinct.

"I'm not your daddy." Goldie sighed helplessly. I'm still an innocent little yellow duck. How could I have a shell daughter? I don't envy that fellow Fatty Big Sea.

"Both of us are hairless! You must be my father—" said the little White Clam in its baby voice.

Goldie gasped in surprise. 'Hairless,' isn't that my nickname? How can this little clam know my nickname? Can this really be fate?

Gao Peng, with his bushy eyebrows and big eyes, said alo