Rise of the Humble O

Well, Little Piglet! What a strange name. Even Tiger Cub or Pebble would sound better. Of course, he was just grumbling. He knew why ancient people gave their children such odd names.,It had been over ten days since Zhu Ping'an arrived in this era. He had transitioned from feeling out of place to accepting the situation with resignation.,“Mother, oh, it hurts, it hurts! I'm not a child of two or three anymore,” Zhu Ping’an cried for mercy, his chubby little hand clutching Chen’s arm, tiptoeing to lessen the pain.。