He was an elderly man with white hair, his beard matted together, and his dull eyes were bloodshot. His tattered clothes were completely soaked in the foul liquid from the barrels, making him smell no different from their contents. The most noticeable thing about him was his disproportionately large head, reminiscent of a bobblehead doll.
"Is this really Nini's father? Dad, did you make a mistake?" Shanshan was in disbelief. Nini was so young; how could her father be this old?
"Working day and night in a place like this, surviving is already a miracle. It's normal to age quickly." Just as Charles finished speaking, a tall, thin man with an ominous gaze led a large group of people and aggressively surrounded them.
When he reached Charles's side, the coldness on his face vanished without a trace. With eyes full of reverence, he bowed his head and knelt on one knee.
Charles asked bluntly, "What's wrong with this man's brain?"
