[Life as Yanqing’s adoptive parent has been…interesting to say the least.]

[Yanqing almost never left the dojo, training harshly with no break whatsoever. It was brutal to say the least…]

[You entered the dojo, a plate of food in hands. Yanqing was on the floor, drenched in sweat and his clothes clinging to his body. He turned to look at you.]

“A-Ah…Jiazhang…”