Ren Suo followed his father downstairs. The midday sun was searing, but there were plenty of shaded areas in the old residential complex. They sat down on a bench under the trees.
"It seems like it's been a long time since we've had a chat like this." Ren's father took off his glasses and wiped them with a cloth—they were non-prescription glasses. Ren Suo had already abused his position for personal gain; when Zhao Zili descended, he had conveniently had him 'purify' his family members' bodies. Naturally, minor ailments like myopia were instantly cured.
However, because his father had worn glasses for so long, even though his myopia was cured, his eyes would still squint narrowly under normal conditions, making him look utterly devoid of authority. So, he had to wear glasses to maintain the dignified air of a teacher.
