Happy times always seem to fly by. Three years had passed since Jia San’s growth spurt reached one meter thirty; he was eight years old now. He had transformed from a scrawny little whelp into a fair-skinned, healthy-looking boy.
However, in the eyes of the four monsters, he was still just a little whelp.
Living together for so long, though, the way they addressed him had changed.
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