"I've brought you a good gift!" Chen Lin picked up the box in his hand and personally handed it to Old Master Chu.
"You came, why bring something?" Old Master Chu scolded Chen Lin.
"It would be a pity not to bring this to you." Chen Lin replied with a smile.
"What is it?" Old Master Chu's hands trembled, unable to open the box.
Chen Lin opened the box, revealing an antique inkstone inside.
Chen Lin really has a knack for giving gifts.
Old Master Chu's father was a local official during the Qing Dynasty, and he had been exposed to these things since childhood, developing a strong fondness for antiques. As Chen Lin opened the box, Old Master Chu's eyes lit up.
"Duanyan! What a good thing!" Old Master Chu extended his thumb in approval and said to Chen Lin with a smile.
The three sons stood timidly on the side.
None of the gifts from the three sons brought this level of joy to Old Master Chu.
