Chu Zhiyao was in high spirits and full of confidence as he descended seven steps, coming before the four people.
He kept his fists clasped, his face beaming with a smile: "Nephew apologizes for not welcoming you from afar. Please forgive me, Third Uncle and Third Aunt. Father is currently having a conversation with Uncle Nine... being reprimanded by Uncle Nine."
"Old Uncle Nine..." Chu Minghou shook his head with a smile, evaluating Chu Zhiyao: "Yao'er, you've grown up too, heroic and vigorous, not at all inferior to your father. Truly commendable, commendable."
Seeing Chu Zhiyao in front of him, it was as if he was seeing a young Prince Xuan, a feeling of affection rose, stemming from the closeness of blood.
"Third Uncle, you're flattering me. Please, come inside quickly," Chu Zhiyao said with a smile.
Chu Zhiyuan said: "Third Brother, it's been a tiring day."
