Ning Xiaoren returned to his reception room and soon summoned Ning Ze.
"Come, sit, have some tea." Ning Xiaoren smiled and invited Ning Ze to sit beside him.
Ning Ze felt both surprised and uncertain; it was the first time Ning Xiaoren had treated him so cordially.
He quickly said, "If there's anything you need, Young Clan Leader, please command me, and I will do it."
Ning Xiaoren pointed to the seat.
Ning Ze nervously sat down.
Ning Xiaoren sipped his tea gently, a sigh escaping his lips: "Ning Ze, you have raised a good nephew."
Ning Ze immediately stood up: "My lord, what did Little Zhuo do wrong? I will go back and discipline him properly!"
Ning Xiaoren widened his eyes slightly and gestured three times with his hand: "Sit, sit. No need to worry; it's good news."
As Ning Xiaoren explained, Ning Ze, who had been sitting on the edge of his seat, gradually widened his eyes, and his mouth gaped open.
