The father and son chatted all the way, and the atmosphere was quite pleasant. Song Lingsu was especially cheerful and relaxed.
"I used to think Father was very rigorous, but these days I feel you're not as unapproachable as I imagined," Song Lingsu said, encouraged, looking at his father.
Song Zhiyuan paused for a moment, looking at the undying admiration and respect in his son's eyes. He placed his large hand on his son's head: "I've been too busy with political duties these years and have neglected you, that's my fault."
In truth, he felt quite fortunate. Despite the lack of his father's company, this child hadn't gone astray. However, he was a bit too reserved and gentle in nature. Fortunately, it wasn't too late to realize this, and he hoped that Grandmaster Fu's teachings could make him more outstanding.
Song Lingsu was delighted, affectionately saying, "Father, no need to apologize. I understand the heavy responsibilities you carry."
