C1865 I Am Not a Selfproclaimed God

Qi Ann stared at the black-haired, blue-eyed young man on the screen.

Unknowingly, the boy had grown up. The sixteen-year-old boy had inherited his father's good genes, and now he was taller than her. He looked almost like an adult, and the pressure on him was similar to that of the batman. The father and son had not interacted for a long time, and it was a wonder of genes