Ming Zhi Yi looked around. "Where is he?"
"He… walked around the mountain and has not returned yet."
"Oh. That's alright. After all, he just lost his favorite toy today, so of course, he will be upset. Prepare tea for me." Well, it's not like his son could rebel against him now.
"Yes, Master."
A little while later, by twilight, Lu Jin returned to the mansion.
His coat and hair were wet due to the light drizzle of the rain.
"Master." Lu Jin's butler walked forward and handed him a new coat.
Lu Jin accepted and asked for his father.
He was led to the study. He entered the room with an expressionless face.
"Father." His voice was weak and hoarse.
Ming Zhi Yi was drinking his favorite warm tea.
"Have some tea. Are you trying to make yourself sick? We only lost Gunan. It is not the end of the world. Cheer up."
