At dusk, in the southern courtyard.
The crowd escorted Divine Doctor Huang to the doorway, and Lian Changhe couldn't resist trying to make him stay again.
Divine Doctor Huang glared at him, "I have a wife and children, and I haven't been home for a day already. Do you, a young child, still want to keep me confined? Even if you were to be my son, I wouldn't want a son like you."
Lian Changhe could only sheepishly shut his mouth, thinking to himself that Divine Doctor Huang's tongue was growing sharper by the minute. He was chastising him as if he were his son, but had he ever scolded his own son like this?
He unconsciously put himself in the shoes of Divine Doctor Huang's son, father scolding son, son scolding grandson, passing down from one generation to another.
He couldn't help but glance at Lian Wanzhen, who was carelessly bumping around nearby, and thought about whether he should also learn from Divine Doctor Huang.
