Lv Elevated Man understood what the theater meant to his father. When he was just born, his father would whisper this word into his ear, so much so that when he first learned to speak, the first thing he called out wasn't "Dad" or "Mom," but "Theater."
Suddenly being handed a whole opera house for free, his father's life had lost all direction, as if the only thing left for him to do was wait for the grave.
Hearing her husband's explanation, Luo Juanhua pursed her lips. "Sigh, your dad just has a cursed life. He wouldn't know how to enjoy good fortune even if it was handed to him on a platter. In that case, just send him back to his hard life. He'd be more comfortable that way."
Lv Elevated Man didn't respond. I should find a job for Father, so he doesn't brood himself sick.
"Come on, Xiu'er, stop eating rice. Eat some meat—big fatty meat will fill you up just the same."
