When Xie lingye heard his father's words, he did not hesitate to tell his father about his journey to the central province.
He was in awe of his father.
Even though he had grown up and was able to take charge of a region, his father still had a kind of pressure that made him involuntarily follow his father's wishes.
He also knew that his father was doing this for his own good.
Xie limo listened attentively. His gaze was deep, and his fingers rapped on the table lightly, deep in thought.
After Xie lingye finished speaking, he looked at his father. He found that his father was always so profound. His eyes were so deep that he could not read his emotions.
He knew that although his father seemed gentle and warm, he was also strict with them.
Perhaps only by his mother's side would his father be truly gentle, turning tempered steel into something soft.
