C508 On the Ruthlessness of the Nocturnal Words in Zhenyuan

Gongsun Xu held his hazy looking daughter and paced back and forth in the yard, humming a children's song with a trashy accent as he walked. Under the illumination of the lantern light, a long shadow was drawn out from the ground. Gongsun Zhen was usually very obedient before going to sleep. No matter whether it was his grandmother or mother, they would just coax him a little and then go to sleep