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Time flew by like a fleeting horse.
In the blink of an eye, the end of winter had arrived.
At this moment, even in the early morning,
the temperature outside was already much higher than when winter first began.
Although the biting cold still lingered,
at least it was no longer so cold that it was unbearable.
...
In Qingshi Town, within the Luo Family Ancestral Land,
inside the courtyard where the Luo Family Patriarch resided,
Luo Ping, the current Family Head of the Luo Family,
was still seated in the main seat, as usual, dealing with piles upon piles of trivial documents that were as high as mountains.
It was exhausting, truly exhausting.
Sometimes handling affairs would be extremely confounding.
But there was no helping it.
Who asked him to be the head of this Luo Family?
Some matters are his, simply his.
He cannot avoid them.
"Father..."
Just as Luo Ping was processing the documents at hand, his son, Luo Chuan, suddenly walked in.
