"Oh, are your parents both at home?"
"Yes, they are." Hearing Li Zheng's mother's words, Zhao Wenchang's father quickly responded.
"Good, good." Hearing Zhao Wenchang's words, Li Zheng's father smiled and said, "What gifts do your parents like? Wait a moment, I'll have Li Hu buy some for them."
Hearing Li Zheng's father's words, Zhao Wenchang hurriedly said, "That's not necessary, Uncle. Li Hu is a bit rough around the edges—he doesn't understand these courtesies."
Hearing Zhao Wenchang's words, Li Zheng's father smiled and said, "Then just tell me what your parents like most, so I can have Li Hu go get it. We must please the elderly after all."
Hearing Li Zheng's father's words, a look of embarrassment appeared on Zhao Wenchang's face.
He really didn't know what his parents liked most. After all, he was usually at school and hardly had time to spend with his parents.
