If this weren't his biological father, Gu Yuanshui wouldn't have bothered wasting his time chatting with him.
Fortunately, the man finally listened to reason. Clasping his hands behind his back, he headed toward the house. "Then I need to go back and keep an eye on things. Otherwise, your mother, being a mere woman, might not entertain the guests properly."
Gu Yuanshui naturally wasn't afraid of him causing trouble when making this suggestion. These days, the brothers took turns entertaining guests in Gu Wenheng's courtyard, and the clan elders were also there watching over things. Even if his father wanted to make a fuss, he would have to weigh the consequences first.
"Mother, why does this feel like a dream? Is Old Seventh really that capable?" Gu Yuanfeng leaned against Li Cuicui, holding her precious son in her arms.
Li Cuicui couldn't be bothered to answer her question. Whether he was capable or not, Old Seventh was already the Top Scholar.
