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In the Zhou family's home at night, Zhou Shuren no longer stormed about the house; he played cheerfully with his son for a while, teased his granddaughter, and during dinner, even drank a couple more glasses of light wine.
Zhou Laoda thought to himself, Mother really understands Father!
Chang Lian, however, wanted to ask what exactly the Emperor and his father had discussed all morning, but alas, it was only a thought—Father would never tell him.
Chang Zhi mused, when would he ever possess even half of his father's ability?
The only one not preoccupied with such thoughts was Chang Xhong, who kept nagging after dinner, "Father, Mother, I want to live with Brother Wu Ming."
The little fellow's thoughts were indeed simple: he believed that living with the top scorer would mean more exposure, and one day he would certainly become a top scorer too.
Zhulan looked at her son with mixed feelings, "Have you thought this through?"