Zhao Sheng had just landed in a garden when he heard urgent shouts coming from beyond the courtyard wall.
"Young Master, slow down, please be very careful!"
"Ouch, that hurts! Young Master, please let go!"
Hearing these voices, Zhao Sheng chuckled to himself and instantly released his Divine Sense to investigate.
At the same time, his figure flashed and suddenly disappeared from sight.
In an instant,
Zhao Sheng's figure appeared at the entrance of the garden, just in time to see a small figure whirl out from around the corner, leaping like a cannonball and charging straight toward the garden entrance.
Zhao Sheng reacted quickly, embracing the little one who was flying toward him.
Bang!
At that moment, a tender fist slammed abruptly into his chin, emitting a dull thud, startlingly powerful, unimaginable for a baby barely a year old.
"You little rascal, even daring to hit your dad! It looks like I won't get anywhere unless I spank you."