"Dad~" Gu Benluo clung to Gu Wenheng's arm, shaking it affectionately. "I was wrong last time, but there's no way Mom didn't ask about me. Did she and my little brother miss me?"
Seeing his eldest son start acting like a rascal again, Gu Wenheng slapped him on the back and scolded, "Stand up straight.
"I'm not your mother, and I don't buy this act of yours. A perfectly fine young man—where did you learn this nonsense?"
Knowing that playing cute wouldn't get him a pass today, Gu Benluo could only stand up straight and say, "Dad, just tell me first, is everything okay at home? I'll write a letter back to Mom in a bit."
"Oh, after playing for so many days, you finally remembered you have a mother at home," Gu Wenheng said. Thinking of how much his wife cared for this brat in her letter, he couldn't help but feel indignant on her behalf.
