After a bit of family chatter, Cheng Zongyang urged the two elders and his two aunts to go get some rest.
Once only his two uncles remained in the main hall, Cheng Zongyang finally got to the point, offering a slight smile.
"Eldest Uncle, Youngest Uncle, this whole room smells of medicinal wine. Your nephew isn't a fool. Why don't you tell me what's going on? Otherwise, I won't know what to tell my parents."
Zhou Hansong and Zhou Hanchang exchanged a glance, their hearts filled with relief.
With a son like this, their sister truly had nothing to worry about.
"It's nothing major."
Zhou Hansong no longer treated his fifteen-year-old nephew like an ordinary child; he had long since started treating him as an adult.
They had all seen his growth over the past few years.
"Today's chaos was expected…"
Zhou Hansong lowered his voice slightly and began to explain everything.
