Liu Zhizhong let out a hearty laugh, returned to the table, and sat down, "Let's go with that, to wish fathers like Uncle Luo, fathers like Brother Tianbao, and a future father like myself, a happy Father's Day!"
With these words, everyone nodded, understanding, and smiled, turning this meal into something truly special.
Only then did Luo Tianlin pick up a tissue, wiping away tears while he marveled, "The story 'Shadow' is beautifully written, simple yet deeply touching. Xiao Liu's narration was even more splendid, incredibly moving. It makes me think of my own late father... Oh my, Old Luo also came from humble beginnings. When he sent me off to university, wasn't it similar to the scenes described? Alas, thirty years have flashed by..."
Speaking of which, he looked at his daughter, who was also wiping away tears, "Shu Xiu, in a few days, when I'm free, let's visit our hometown in the countryside and pay respects at your grandparents' grave, shall we?"
