When Wen Yanqing had been recognized by Mr. Wen, he was already a young man with his own thoughts and opinions. He was also past the age where he admired his father.
He looked at his surroundings calmly and rationally. He did what he had to do, but he still didn't like this place.
His future home must not become like this.
He brought Lin Gantang away and returned to the Lin residence.
"You're back so soon?" Mr. Lin was very surprised.
"It's getting late. We came back to help you. My father asked us to bring this to you," Wen Yanqing handed the wine to Mr. Lin.
Mr. Lin recognized at a glance that it was a wine of excellent quality. The smile on his face deepened. "Old Wen is too polite. Have a seat with Gantang. I'm not busy."
