Zong Guang's series of reactions made Zong Ji's eyes turn red.
Having him by his side for so many years, yet letting his son become like this, he must have made some mistakes in his education.
Zong Guang stood up and left, unwilling to wait even half a second, clearly wanting to see for himself how Zong Ji would persuade Meng Lan.
But Zong Guang didn't go far before he came back and hugged Zong Ji.
Zong Guang, thirteen years old, and half a head shorter than Zong Ji, gave his father a manly hug.
"Dad, I'm very welcoming of this new life."
"Welcoming?"
"Of course. I'm not a little kid anymore."
"Then why... why did you just now?" Zong Ji took the opportunity of the hug to wipe the corner of his eye.
"I don't know, maybe I just wanted to hear from Dad's mouth that I'll always be that important to you."
"But there was no need to be so absolute, talking about changing custody rights and cancelling household registrations."