Li Chenxuan looked at Ling Yun's back coldly for a while, then turned around and walked in the direction he pointed. For some reason, he found this man was not pleasant to the eyes. His face, figure, and attitude all reminded him of his third brother Li Chenmo.
He didn't know why, but when he thought about the similarities between that man and his third brother, he felt a little panic in his heart. A wild thought suddenly came to his mind.
"No, that's impossible. I must be thinking too much." He muttered quietly, trying to reassure himself.
After comforting himself several times, Li Chenxuan put the matter behind him and went to find Father Li. When he arrived in the east area, he saw Father Li plowing the land. Looking at his father's dirty and unkempt appearance, a trace of disgust and embarrassment flashed in his eyes, before it returned to normal.
He took a deep breath, walked to the side of the road, and shouted, "Father!"