Fang Yunzheng warmly said to Fang Qianyi, "Make a pot of tea for our son and daughter-in-law."
Fang Qianyi: "Uh, um, what?"
Ye Meng hurriedly: "I'll do it, I'll do it."
Rushing into the room: "Mom, where's the tea leaves?"
Fang Qianyi was at a loss: "Tea leaves? What tea leaves, oh, oh, for soaking feet... I'll go find them..."
Then stumbled into the room, if Ye Meng hadn't helped, almost bumped into the door frame.
Fang Che and his father entered the tea room and sat opposite.
Fang Yunzheng looked at his son, whom he hadn't seen since birth, feeling infinite comfort. Grown up!
He has reached the Ninth Grade Emperor Level!
Back in my day, I wasn't this impressive at such an age!
Indeed, great genetics, surpassing his predecessors...
"You have grown up; my absence of twenty years is truly regrettable."
Fang Yunzheng sighed lightly: "Thankfully you are now so accomplished... I feel comforted."
His voice was gentle, carrying an undeniable strength.
