Lu Sansan vomited blood angrily, "Yan Beibei, you, you, you, you...".

"Mu Luo, let's go. Let him stay and think about it. He has such a good head that he doesn't know how to use. It's all rotten into a lump of wood."

Mu Luo chuckled and looked at Lu Sansan, who was angry and had smoke coming from his nose, "Yes, little master."

Lu Sansan thought about it for a long time in bed, but still couldn't come up with a solution. However, he felt that what Beibei said was quite reasonable. He didn't even want to be a mother, with the personality of a man like a big crab.

, how could you be willing.

and……

To make matters worse, he thought about the scene of the big crab being called mother by his daughter, and instantly got goosebumps all over his body. Damn it, it felt creepy. What was going on?

Is it possible that Lu Sansan, who is charming, suave, mighty and majestic, is not only suffering but also has to be his mother for the rest of his life?

What the hell, I can’t bear it!

After thinking about it for a day and a night, Lu Sansan finally came up with a very good idea.

He decided to go to his master Di Qianmo for advice.

Di Qianmo had just finished taking care of his beloved Ah Li and took a nap. He was about to go to the study when he was stopped by Lu Sansan, "Master, I have something to ask."

He turned around and continued walking, "What's going on?".

Lu Sansan followed closely behind, "It's about the daughter that the disciple adopted. Now there is a difficult problem that the disciple cannot deal with."

Di Qianmo stared ahead and saw the big crab coming this way, and said calmly: "I will not interfere in the affairs of you and your wife."

"No, Master, you must teach the disciple this time, otherwise the disciple's reputation will be completely ruined."

He diligently stepped forward and opened the study door for Di Qianmo, making a 'please' gesture.

Di Qianmo looked at him expressionlessly and walked straight in, "Why have I never heard of the fact that you are actually wise?".

Lu Sansan: “…”.

She squatted pitifully in front of the desk and looked at him, like an abandoned puppy.

"Master, I am your only disciple. As the saying goes, if the disciple has something to do, the master will do his best...".

Di Qianmo frowned deeply, "How did I hear that the master has something to do and the disciple has to do his job?".

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa need by the disciples, it sounds the same. Anyway, if the master has something to do, the disciple should do his best. If a disciple has something to do, the master should also do his service. So, master, you must help the disciple this time! Otherwise, the disciple will grow up here.

I can’t afford to kneel down!”.

As he said that, he plopped down on his knees on the floor.

Di Qianmo opened the file and said, "Get up." without raising his eyelids.

"You won't get up unless you promise me."

Di Qianmo: "...We'll talk after we get up.".

Lu Sansan was stunned for a moment, then quickly got up, "Master, have you promised your disciple?".

Di Qianmo pointed at the door with a finger, "Do you see what that is?".

"This is the door, Master."

"Very good. If you can't afford to kneel down, go kneel outside the door and don't interfere with my work."

Lu Sansan groaned and knelt down again, "Master, you can't treat your disciples like this."

Di Qianmo glanced at him and said flatly: "You are very good at practicing this as a scoundrel."

"Thank you for the compliment, Master!" Lu Sansan simply gave up on herself.
Chapter completed!