Relying on the Younger Generation

After Zhouzhou finished speaking, she sat on the bed with a vacant stare. Her chubby little hands deftly calculated something, and finally, she smiled contentedly and declared, "Safe."

Then her plump body tumbled back onto the bed, clutching the quilt, and she continued to sleep soundly.

Seeing this, the Ancestral Master exhaled deeply, wiping the sweat from his forehead. He had been startled, thinking she was still coveting about his merits in her sleep.

Hastily, he put on his shoes, covering his golden toes, afraid that the little girl might see them and become covetous again.

His merits were hard-earned and couldn't be squandered any further. He wasn't sure when he would fully recover.

He calculated again and his frown gradually relaxed. It was close, indeed close. His vision had been accurate; he had chosen Zhouzhou, who was indeed capable.