The afterglow of the sunset streamed through the window lattice, casting a hazy light on the entire bookshelf on the side of the study and the densely packed files on the desk, adding an inexplicable charm.
In order to leave a stable and steady impression on his son, Wang Fugui recently had to grow a pair of seemingly serious mustaches, which made him appear much more mature and steady.
At this moment, he was writing something on the desk.
"Greetings, Father." Wang Baosheng entered the room, bowing respectfully.
"Oh, my Kylin kid has come back from school." Wang Fugui put down the ink brush, his face full of joy, "How has life been at the Clan School recently? Have you met any beautiful girls from other clans that you like?"
Wang Baosheng's expression became solemn at these words: "Father, how could feelings between men and women be so casual? Since I can't guarantee I'll marry her in the future, I shouldn't get involved recklessly."
