Is Zaizai Really Safe?

Dad Huo sped along the road with his little son towards Mingjue Temple. They reached the temple an hour earlier than usual.

To experience the thrill of the sports car, Huo Sichen had opened the convertible roof.

Dad Huo's mind was solely focused on his younger brother and Bun Bun. With his little son by his side, he felt assured of his safety.

When they parked near Mingjue Temple, the hairstyles of Dad Huo and Huo Sichen were quite amusing due to the strong wind.

Huo Sichen had short hair, thick and coarse, which was now standing on end like an angry hedgehog or a rebellious lump of coal, as if expressing deep discontent to its owner.

Dad Huo's hair was a bit longer and had been messed up from sleep. The strong wind had turned it into a large backward puff.

Wearing a black cotton pajama with a slightly traditional design, he looked like a successful person from the 60s or 70s at first glance.