C86 Games of the tycoon

Noon the next day.

Xia Mang who was in the middle of a happy break, woke up from his Fetal Breath leisurely manner.

Xia Yuntian was already used to his son's strange training methods. Seeing him get out of bed, he called out: "The rice is on the table, hurry up and eat it."

"Alright."

Xia Mang nodded.

"Are you all right today?"

Xia Yuntian who was reading the newspaper suddenly asked