Li Xiaoqiang heard Zhou Haocheng's words and didn't understand the other person's worldview, nor did he bother to try. Being able to eat well, drink well, and have fun every day, along with teasing his girlfriend occasionally, life was full of pleasures.
From time to time, the organization would assign him a mission, and then he'd act under his Assassin identity. For him, such a life was already very satisfying.
Of course, now that he had discovered Cultivators in urban life, his thoughts were also changing.
In this way, he connected what Zhou Haocheng had just said to his own situation, and it seemed quite accurate.
Zhou Haocheng continued, "I am now fifty-one and only have several daughters, no son, so I want to accept you as my adopted son. What do you think?"
Li Xiaoqiang frowned when he heard Zhou Haocheng's words, "You want me to be your adopted son?"
