Escape the Apocalypse: My Filial Offspring Are Too...

Dad, it's cold, so I buried you in the snow so you won't catch a cold! Watching his eldest son, whose intelligence was touching, frantically shoveling snow, the refined scholar Jiang Zhixing twitched at the corners of his eyes, and the Analects of Confucius in his hand was crushed into powder. Others escaping the apocalypse: eating bark, hiding from monsters, surviving against all odds, miserable and desolate. Jiang Zhixing escaping the apocalypse: guarding against monsters, natural disasters, and even more against his group of 'rebellious offspring' with twisted minds!