Lu Qinglan smiled the moment she saw Yang Fan.
"Fan'er, you're here? Come sit down!"
"Your father just finished brewing the tea. Come have a taste."
"Yes, Mother," Yang Fan replied with neither servility nor arrogance, then walked over and sat down at the stone table.
He picked up the teacup before him and took a small sip.
The tea had a crisp, refreshing fragrance and a lingering aftertaste.
Yang Fan set down his cup, then rose of his own accord and picked up the teapot.
He walked around the stone table, topping up Lu Qinglan's tea and then Gu Xuanting's before returning to his seat.
Gu Xuanting nodded approvingly at Yang Fan's initiative.
"You stirred up so many big things after going to the Frontline, brat. Why didn't you think to discuss them with me beforehand?"
As he spoke, Gu Xuanting gently blew on his tea, then raised the cup and leisurely took a sip.
Yang Fan looked puzzled.
He had no idea what "big things" Gu Xuanting meant.
Though confused, he still answered in all seriousness:
"Father, you are a High-Tier God. Even your smallest affairs are big things. I am merely a Lower-Order God, so even my biggest affairs are small things."
"If I can resolve something myself, naturally, I wouldn't presume to trouble you or Mother."
Gu Xuanting burst out laughing at those words.
"Hahaha, you little rascal!"
"You've spent a few years at the Frontline and climbed higher and higher. How have you become more cautious in everything you do?"
At that, Gu Xuanting shook his head with a wry smile.
"All right, we're family. There's no need for all that empty formality."
"Le'er is my only daughter, and naturally, I think of you as my own son too."
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