He was now over forty years old.
When he was young, Senior Master Xie did not fail to cultivate him.
But whatever he did was inadequate; he couldn't even manage his regular duties well, repeatedly making mistakes and causing troubles, which Senior Master Xie had to clean up time and again.
He had tried his best, but alas, his talents were limited. No matter how hard he tried, he achieved nothing.
Senior Master Xie patted his shoulder, "Wenhui, incompetence isn't scary. What's scary is being malicious and coveting things that don't belong to you. We, the Xie Family, are the House of Zhongding. You are my only son, the only uncle of Ah Lin. As long as you behave and live a good life, genuinely caring for and loving your family, could Ah Lin and I possibly treat you unjustly?"
Wenhui looked at Senior Master Xie, his eyes twitching slightly, adding a sparkle to his otherwise dull expression.
