"Uncle Wu, did you want to talk to me?"
Wu Changqing was lying on the bed, lost in thought. Seeing Chu Nan come in, he set aside his worries and smiled, "Come, sit here, I want to chat with you."
Chu Nan walked over, pulled up a chair, and sat opposite Wu Changqing.
Wu Changqing looked at Chu Nan and smiled, "Chu Nan, are you getting used to living here?"
"It's great. I'm not one to stand on ceremony; it feels just like home here."
"Haha, that's good." Wu Changqing laughed happily. "What I was afraid of was you being too polite. A real man does things straightforwardly and without fuss—that's what makes a man. Acting too coy is what makes a woman. This part of you takes after your father."
Chu Nan sighed and said with a bitter smile, "The more I hear about my dad, the more I feel I can't compare."
