If this weren't his own father, Gu Yuanshui felt he wouldn't be wasting his time making small talk with him.
Thankfully, the man finally listened to reason. Clasping his hands behind his back, he started walking home. "Then I'd better go back and keep an eye on things, lest your mother, being a woman, fail to properly entertain our guests."
Gu Yuanshui had made the suggestion because he wasn't afraid of his father causing trouble. These past few days, he and his brothers had been taking turns greeting guests in Ancient Wen Heng's courtyard. The clan elders were also there keeping watch. Even if his father wanted to cause a scene, he'd have to think twice.
"Mother, this feels like a dream. Is Seventh really that capable?" Gu Yuanfeng said, leaning against Li Cuicui while still holding her precious son.
Li Cuicui couldn't be bothered to answer her question. Capable or not, Seventh was already the top scholar.
