In front of the door, Old Master Zong stood with his hands clasped behind his back as he sent them off to the car, clad in an old man's attire that made him look quite amiable.
As the car drove away, Zong Zhan leaned against the door frame, eyeing his father's Old Imperial Capital cloth shoes, "So this means… you've forgiven Xiao Yue?"
The smile on Zong Hesong's face became stern, and he glanced back, "If you kneel for three hours like she did, I might forgive you too."
Zong Zhan looked solemnly at his father, touching his nose, "Why are you angry with me? When Xiao Yue was getting married, you agreed to it yourself."
"How can you even say that?" Zong Hesong raised his leg as if he wanted to kick him, "If it weren't for you helping her make a fake hospital pregnancy certificate, I would have never agreed to that marriage!"
