"Hmph, the elder acts like a hands-off boss, and the younger one doesn't listen, both are heartless..." Mrs. Cai muttered, flinging her sleeves as she turned and left.
Zhao Zheng, after sitting down, looked at his father: "Mother's temper has been getting worse these past few years."
Zhao Ruide sipped his tea: "Ignore her. That's how it is when one gets older, even the smallest things can lead to endless nagging."
"Speaking of which, what's going on with you? It's been nine years at Bishui Daoist School, why haven't you graduated yet?"
Just as Zhao Zheng was about to answer, Zhao Xing walked in. He quickly stood up and respectfully saluted Zhao Xing: "Brother."
"Hmm, sit down."
"Yes."
Zhao Xing also sat down and drank some tea: "Why are you standing there? Didn't father just ask you a question?"
Indeed, Zhao Zheng seemed a bit more nervous in his presence.
It had been more fun back when they were kids.
