Outside the door, Wu Tingsheng was so excited he almost rushed in.
His son, on normal days, to put it nicely, just wasn't very bright, but he was obedient and never caused trouble.
To say it bluntly, even the family members couldn't be bothered with him, so of course he wouldn't go out and stir up trouble.
Now, with just one sentence from Wen Yan, his son actually took the initiative to respond. How could Wu Tingsheng not realize—Wen Yan had spotted the root of the problem at a glance and found the most suitable way to break through.
He held himself back, clenched his fists tightly, and stood by the door watching, not daring to go in and disrupt them.
Wen Yan saw that the boy seemed to be lost in thought, but she wasn't in a hurry. She just waited quietly.
After waiting for two or three minutes, the boy finally seemed to figure out what Wen Yan's words meant, and he asked slowly,
"What do you want to ask me?"
"The part you filled in—where did you get it from?"
