"You're already a hundred thousand years old, but you're still in such a hurry. What's going on?"
Han Jue stared helplessly at his daughter who had completely grown up.
This girl was still so rash.
Indeed, maturity had nothing to do with age or experience.
Without experience, she would still be a child even if one was 100,000 years old.
Han Qing'er suppressed her anger and said aggrievedly, "A hundred thousand years! You're basically locking me up! How can a father be like this!"
The word 'lock' was used well. Han Jue felt a little ashamed.
Han Jue could cultivate diligently because he died early in his previous life and had a trauma.
Han Qing'er had no friends since she was young. She didn't suffer at all. In terms of happiness, it was nothing much. Other than not having forced labor, she was no different from a prisoner.
Han Jue remained silent.
He could feel that Han Qing'er was really aggrieved.
