Tan Zhongyong was very happy.
Especially with Lu Yang's present attitude.
That one shout.
Even more so, it made him feel so moved that he was on the verge of tears.
He wanted a son so badly, he was practically going crazy.
Although the son he had now wasn't his biological one, yet... it somehow filled a bit of his emptiness to some extent.
Still, he was a little dissatisfied.
So when he went forward and forcefully pulled Lu Yang up, he looked at him expectantly and said, "Good son! From now on, you are my son, Tan Zhongyong, but... could you leave out the word 'god' when you call me?"
Lu Yang thought to himself, should he drop the word 'god'?
Actually, that word wasn't a noun, but a verb.
With it, calling out actually felt quite right.
However, now that Tan Zhongyong had said so.
He couldn't really refuse.
Because this seemed to be a closer form of expression. If you weren't willing, wouldn't that be out of step with the current atmosphere?