Limited Time Marriage: Nice to Meet You Mr. Foster

Chapter 369: Chapter 368: Are You Trying to Make Me Die Laughing?

Fortunately, he wasn’t here to cause trouble. Seeing him stand up, South Grant looked him up and down, then said:

"Alright, I accept your apology. You can go now."

Anyway, he had already beaten him up. Although South Grant didn’t have much memory of it, looking at the guy in front of him wrapped like a mummy, he couldn’t help but feel satisfied.

Just as South Grant was about to turn and leave, Fly hurriedly spoke up:

"Dad South, please wait."

South Grant stopped in his tracks, looking at Fly, wondering what he was up to.

"Dad South, can I become your disciple? Since I was young, I’ve had a wish to become the disciple of a master, dreaming of having extraordinary skills and roaming the world with a sword."

South Grant: "..."

Roaming with a sword...

That’s just foolish!

South Grant saw that this kid must’ve been hit so hard he lost his senses, now he was even dreaming of martial arts.

"For that wish, I’ll tell you about someone who can make it come true."

"Who?" Fly’s eyes lit up.

"Your sugar daddy."

"Who who who?" Fly wondered where this sugar daddy came from.

"Kaelan Young, Old Master Goldsmith. Ask him to write a new book for you as the main character. I’ve even thought of the title for you."

"What’s the title?"

"Tianya Traveler Shishangfei." South Grant held back his laughter, speaking with a straight face.

Shishangfei = Fly.

Perfectly fitting.

Upon hearing this, Fly was momentarily stunned and then curiously asked South Grant:

"Dad South, how did you know my name is Stefan Stevens?"

"Pff..."

Oh my god, are you trying to make me laugh to death to inherit my goofiness?

South Grant finally understood how Fly got his nickname.

Nathan Foster watched South Grant, now bent over with laughter, and his initially stern face had softened considerably.

No matter who it was, being with her always brought such joy.

After laughing, South Grant looked at Chester and Fly, and said with a smile:

"Alright, enough joking. I forgive you. Just for your name’s sake, I forgive you. Go back now. I’m not some master and can’t teach you, and from now on, just call me South. Being your dad is tough. I can’t handle flying with you."

Fly felt a bit baffled but seemed to understand something.

South Grant was being modest and didn’t want to teach him.

"I know you’re being modest, Dad South..." Fly then remembered that South Grant didn’t want to be called Dad South, so he changed the address, "South, I know I haven’t shown enough sincerity yet. Once I recover, I’ll organize a grand ceremony to become your disciple and prove my sincerity to you."

Seeing his persistence, South Grant felt a headache coming on.

"Alright, take your time to recover. I’ve got things to do, so I’ll head out now."

"Sure, take care, Master." Fly grinned despite his bruised face.

South Grant shrugged at Nathan Foster, feeling a bit helpless.

Chester watched from afar as Nathan Foster and South Grant drove off, remembering South Grant’s departure after only saying goodbye to her.

She seemed completely different from the night before.

Meanwhile, Fly was still gazing admiringly at the car’s exhaust pipe in the distance, "Even my master’s car looks so cool from behind!"

"..." Chester looked at him speechlessly, thinking that this kid must have been punched silly by South Grant, "That’s South’s uncle’s car."

"Even my master’s uncle’s car is awesome!" Fly said, utterly enchanted.

Chester: "..."