Su Hua sweated. "Brother, it's just a joke—why don't we forget it?"
Su Chong said righteously, "No, a man has to keep his word. How can I let it go? Hehe, I don't feel lonely with you by my side."
Su Hua stroked his beard and sighed.
Su Sanlang, Madam Zhao, and the others covered their mouths and chuckled.
It had been a long time since they had seen such a scene. Su Xiaolu had not come home for so many years. Every year, the joy of the new year was mixed with worry. This year, they were relieved, so their hearts were filled with joy.
"Father, shave, shave…"
Su Yang had already run to Su Hua's side and was hugging him as he shouted excitedly.
Su Hua smiled helplessly and shook his head. He reached out and picked up Su Yang. "Alright, Father and your uncle will do it. A man's words carry weight."
"Okay—"
Su Yang clapped happily.
