In the luxurious room.
Qin Zi knelt on the ground, his hands resting on his knees, his head bowed low, occasionally glancing upward furtively.
"Dad, I was wrong, I really was wrong, I shouldn't have called you by your name, and I definitely shouldn't have spoken such nonsense…"
He admitted his mistake earnestly.
So, Qin Chuan, who was sitting on the chair, didn't make things difficult for him anymore, gently put down the teacup, and said, "Stand up."
"Alrighty!"
Qin Zi smiled gleefully, swiftly got up, and went behind the chair to massage his dad's shoulders and back.
Completely bootlicking.
If the other disciples of the Purple Cloud Academy saw this, they'd be shocked—was this really the iron-willed Brother Qin Zi?
"Tell me, what happened during this time, and what's the deal with the Lu Family?"
Qin Chuan asked calmly.
Qin Zi nodded, speaking animatedly:
