At first, Xu Qing was worried about whether time travel and martial arts training would change his physique in a way that might unexpectedly affect having children.
But after seeing Jiang He spend a few days each month with a sulky little face, unwilling to read or play games without getting irritable, he calmed down.
They had spent about ten days in Suzhou, and it was already early April.
When Wang Zijun called to brag, Xu Qing was walking with Jiang He on their way to the Cold Mountain Temple.
After hanging up the phone, Xu Qing had an odd expression on his face.
"What's wrong?"
"The tycoon became a dad. He had a son and laughed uproariously at me for two minutes."
"That... tycoon?"
Jiang He recalled for a moment, Wang Zijun, who walked with an unrestrained gait, and whose body had been hollowed out by wine and women, had clung to Xu Qing during a fight, stopping him only by gripping him tightly.
If it were now, Xu Qing could toss him aside with just a little effort.
