A gentle voice from outside rang out: "Yu'er, it's me."
Startled, Wen Liangyu quickly took several large steps to open the door and exclaimed in surprise, "Father, why have you come in person? Please come in!" The person outside the door had a pale and beardless face, handsome and dashing, with a smile at the corner of his mouth—it was none other than Yan City Lord Wenger!
"Do I need a proper reason to visit my son's courtyard?"
At this, Wen Liangyu immediately touched his nose awkwardly and said, "Father exaggerates. It's just that you're usually so busy... "
Wenger laughed and scolded, "Clever ghost, you just know how to flatter me. Sigh, I really don't visit often enough, but even if you spoke the truth, I wouldn't take it to heart." He entered the hall, took a seat, and after scrutinizing his son for a while, he said, "Your expression has become livelier recently, no longer so stiff. Did you find some fine medicine somewhere?"
