"Dad, what's wrong?"
Mr. Fang was a little plump and looked simple-minded. He had an excellent personality and was a happy-go-lucky person. Fang Duo rarely saw him so distressed.
Mr. Fang scratched his head and said in embarrassment, "Someone stole my game account."
Fang Duo knew that her father loved playing games. Not only did he spend a lot of money on it, but he also invested a lot of energy into it. It was considered a personal hobby.
"Is this game account worth a lot of money?"
"It's not just about money. Some of the equipment inside are limited-editions and can't be bought anymore."
"Sigh, that's true." Fang Duo saw that her father was in low spirits, so she comforted him before following her mother and Sheng Yang to the sofa.
Sheng Yang unexpectedly asked, "Uncle, what game are you playing?"
Mr. Fang's eyes lit up when he heard someone ask about the game he played. "I'm playing a great game called Y-Style God…"
