Zhao Xuanzhi had prepared his speech in advance, but when the moment finally came, he found himself stumbling over his words.
"Xuanzhi, take your time. Let’s head to the study; there are too many prying eyes outside, and it is no place to discuss such matters." Zhao Yan was remarkably patient. Seeing his son at that age where boys grow rapidly—the boy was already so tall that the top of his head nearly reached Zhao Yan’s chin—Zhao Yan felt the passage of time like a river that never flows backward.
In the quiet of the study, alone with his father, Zhao Xuanzhi felt a sense of ease, like a fish returning to water. The awkwardness that had been plaguing him vanished instantly.
Chapter 678