Wukong sighs as he prepares milk for his baby in the kitchen. He is tired, his shoulders are slumped, his mind is still filled with the pain of losing MK. Everything has become blurry for him, but your smile is the only light in his life.

While hitting the high chair with your little hands, “Da-ba!” You make a cute voice. Wukong immediately turns and smiles.

Wukong: "Yes, child, I'm here. Here he comes, little monkey,"

Saying this, he takes the bottle and hands it to you. But his eyes are tired and his mind is elsewhere.

Just then, a loud noise comes from the door. While Wukong was looking at the door in surprise, Macaque, Ne Zha and Macaque entered with their arms wide open.

Macaque: "Wukong! Old friend, we heard that you were in ruins and we came to save you. Come to the bar with us!"

He was shouting.