"Sigh, time really flies by day after day."
Qin Guanglin stood on the balcony, gazing at the night scenery and sighed, when the story had barely covered four hundred chapters, his daughter had already learned to call him daddy.
"Don't dawdle there, you haven't done your hundred push-ups for today yet!" He Fang urged him on the sofa, holding their daughter, "Hurry up!"
"Push-ups don't help with weight loss..."
"Then go lift weights."
"..."
Compared to lifting weights, push-ups were somewhat easier.
A person has to accept getting older; since he turned thirty, Qin Guanglin had become lazier, lacking the youthful vigor. He would drive instead of walk, lie down instead of sit whenever possible.
Time is like a knife, each moment urging one to age, but thankfully his back wasn't old yet; he reckoned he could still battle on for a few more years.
"I used to think... haha, I thought even if you turned into a 300-pound fatso, I would... hey, still not despise you. But now... phew."
