Jiang Yan praised all five people, and at this moment, the courtyard was filled with joy. The warm autumn morning sun enveloped them, casting a faint glow and highlighting the vitality and spirit of each person, healthy and upward.
At the end of one side of the courtyard corridor, Mr. Jiang supported Old Master Jiang, standing there quietly for a long time, both with satisfied and proud smiles on their faces.
As they were about to end and disperse, Old Master Jiang intended to leave, turned slightly, but found his arm still within his son's embrace, not moving. He immediately said irritably, "Let go, I'm leaving. Hmph... I can walk on my own, don't need your support, it's unnecessary."
Jiang Zhongyi came to his senses, quickly supporting him, slowly walking back, his face still calm, naturally accepting the old master's complaints, yet not letting go of his supporting hand.
