After finishing his words, Uncle Yu waited at the door for a while. There came the sound of a water cup gently placed on the table from inside, and soon after, Mu Shuoqian pushed the door and walked out.
"Sir," Uncle Yu followed behind him, hesitated to speak, and finally mustered the courage to say, "The young master is still young, sir, don't rush for success. Being able to reach such heights at this age, he is already a genius."
Mu Shuoqian didn't speak, his steps firm and steady.
Seeing that he wasn't angry, Uncle Yu added, "Sir, I think you should communicate more with the young master, try to understand more of his inner world."
Mu Shuoqian suddenly paused in his steps, his expression darkened, and the aura he emitted made Uncle Yu hold his breath. Just as Uncle Yu was about to apologize, he heard the man's distant voice, "When he is with you, has he ever asked about his mother?"
Uncle Yu shook his head: "No."
