Father Deng sighed. His heart ached at the dejected look on his son's face. "Don't think about it. It's all in the past. Instead of dwelling on the past, you might as well spend more time thinking about the future. You only lost to her this once. It does not mean that you will always lose to Qiao Nan. The most important thing is to look at the future. We have a lot of time, and we have the Peng family as our ally. We haven't lost yet!"
Father Deng pulled Deng Wenchang up, telling Deng Wenchang not to think too much. He should take a bath, have a full meal, and go to sleep. He should have a good night's rest and recharge so that he would be ready to fight the hard battle tomorrow.
After comforting his son, Father Deng went back to his room. His wife was waiting for him. "How's our son doing?"
