Zhao Shunrong looked indifferently at the old master who was eager to take credit. "As long as Yarong is happy."
The old master rolled his eyes at Zhao Shunrong in a speechless manner. He obviously liked his daughter too, yet he had to bring Yarong into this. His eldest son was not speaking his mind. Would it kill him to admit that he was satisfied with her?
After the old man finished mocking his son internally, he shifted his gaze to the second floor, listening to the laughter coming from the second floor.
While he was jubilant, he was feeling a little bitter as well. How long had it been since such laughter was heard in the main residence? Probably since that incident that year.
When the old master saw that his eldest son's eyes had softened slightly because of the laughter from the second floor, the guilt he felt was finally assuaged a little.
