Fenmo Wuxin asked, "It's been a month, hasn't it? How can you still dare to play games?"
"She wants to give the kid more prenatal education," the Old Age Striking King said sarcastically. "So the child won't make a fuss when she ignores them to play games later."
"Pah!" Cunlü shouted, "My mom is coming soon! Don't you understand that this is my last bout of craziness? Soon I'll be able only to watch a projection from dozens of meters away and curse my bad luck!"
"Your mom's going to take care of your confinement period?" Qu Qingyan asked.
"A month and a half," Cunlü said listlessly. "Hard Wind said that if I don't want my gaming capsule smashed, I'd better not do anything stupid."
"When you come back after a month and a half, you'll only be eating our dust!" laughed the Old Age Striking King as he settled down, "I'm exhausted! What karma have I done to deserve this!"
