Gu Li deliberately glanced at the three generations of the Gu family. "These two grandsons of yours still haven't been entered into the genealogy book. Have you decided to let them establish their own households in the future?"
Gu Baijiang certainly wouldn't dare entertain such an idea. If his two grandsons were to establish their own households, they would have absolutely nothing to do with him anymore. That would be equivalent to indirectly cutting off his family line, making him even more miserable than his youngest uncle who had died young.
"Uncle, by bringing this up today, you've reminded me," Gu Baijiang said. "I'll have to trouble you to put pen to paper so these boys can have some roots."
Gu Li looked at him mockingly. "Now you remember to give the children some roots. I thought you didn't care."
"It was my own foolishness at the time. I've been repenting every single day, and I hope you can give me a chance, Uncle."
