Twenty-two-year-old playboy Gu Feng had a milky-white stone he kept by his side for twelve years crack open overnight, popping out a little stone that called him dad the moment it spoke. The paternity test showed 99.99% biological relation, leaving him with no way to argue. The stern eldest uncle dotes on her, the sharp-tongued second uncle fights for her, and the great-grandfather and great-grandmother pamper her to the heavens. The little stone has a photographic memory, reciting three hundred Tang poems at age three and stunning the entire internet on a variety show. From breakdown to resignation, once the stone turns into a sprite, I am more than willing to play this dad.