The young man's face was refined, his features exquisite, silent yet possessing an extraordinary temperament.
He resembled his father greatly.
Shi Manchuan quietly observed the young man across from him, his expression somewhat dazed.
"Just heard from the butler that you did well in your exams."
"It was alright," the young man responded indifferently.
"Three years predict a child, seven years predict an adult," the young man's calm and steady growth was surprisingly remarkable.
Thinking back to almost giving up on him due to an accident, Shi Manchuan felt a subtle guilt and slowly asked, "Fencing—is it with Yangyang?"
"Yes."
"How do you get along with Yangyang?"
"Quite well."
If you have no expectations of someone, of course, everything can be fine.
"Do you like fencing?"
"..." The young man lowered his gaze slightly, his refined face revealing traces of remaining innocence.
"What's wrong, is it that you don't like it?"
