Heroes return in triumph

Chapter Ninety-Seven: The Triumphant Return of the Heroes

More than half a month passed in a flash. Autumn had arrived in Jiangnan, and everyone had put on long clothes and long sleeves. He Qingcheng looked at the telegrams sent back by Xiao Li and felt a mix of emotions. There was a lack of medical care and medicine in the mountains, and the logistical support was also inadequate. Moreover, the enemy was the cunning and cruel Liu Shengqi.

She could only glean glimpses of the hardships the anti-bandit team encountered from snippets of information in telegrams. However, Xiao Li, having gained battlefield experience, would surely become a successful media professional in the future.

"Editor He, I'm back."

Qingcheng stared in surprise at Li Raotang, whose head peeked through the crack in the door. It was truly a case of speaking of the devil and he appears. Little Li was several shades darker and had lost a lot of weight; he looked like he'd been through a lot.

Xiao Li is back, so shouldn't Gao Junxiao be back too?

Without any unnecessary pleasantries, the two, reunited after a long separation, shared a big hug. It was not about romance, but rather stemmed from the purest emotions in their hearts. Qingcheng patted Xiaoli on the shoulder, praising him for becoming more and more manly. Xiaoli, being thick-skinned, rolled up his sleeves to show off his training results.

Qingcheng chuckled and playfully punched him, telling Xiao Li to save his work for his fiancée; she wasn't interested, and if he was so capable, he should hand over the rest of the manuscript—she was much more interested in it. Xiao Li's lips twitched, and he begged for mercy, promising to rest for a few days and finish the summary.

"Tch, she's not a devil." Just as Qingcheng decided to give Xiao Li a few more days, Xiao Li magically pulled a manuscript from his bag, his wry smile turning into a taunt: "Editor He, do you want to see how Inspector Gao is doing?"

Of course she wanted to know, but when she actually went to get it, Xiao Li actually shrank back and wouldn't let go, like she was teasing a cat.

This kid is getting more and more annoying. He hasn't learned many real skills from Gao Junxiao, but he's learned about 80% of his shamelessness. There's only one way to deal with someone like this who never learns his lesson.

Qingcheng picked up the phone with a smile and dialed the internal line: "Hello, is this the editor-in-chief? Xiao Li said he will finish the summary even if he doesn't sleep tonight. I also advised him to rest, but he insisted on writing it. What do you mean by overtime pay? Such a dedicated and hardworking employee, I'll have Boss Shi praise him later."

On the other end of the line, Xiao Li was on the verge of tears. He bowed deeply, offering the remaining manuscript with both hands, and begged Qingcheng to stop talking, saying that if she continued, someone would die. Qingcheng hung up the phone at the opportune moment and accepted the remaining manuscript with a smile.

"Editor He, we're all from the same root, why are you so eager to harm me? You have to review my writing too!" Xiao Li slumped weakly into his chair.

"I can read through anything that interests me without eating, drinking, or sleeping until tomorrow morning," Kiyosumi said nonchalantly.

Secretary Zhao suddenly pushed open the door and asked in confusion, "Qingcheng, what did you just say about a summary? I didn't hear you clearly. Who needs to work overtime?"

"It's nothing, I was just joking with Xiao Li." Qingcheng winked at Xiao Li, and Xiao Li immediately came to life, waving to Sister Zhao in greeting.

Seeing that nothing was wrong, Sister Zhao withdrew on her own. Qingcheng pushed the manuscript aside and said, "Xiao Li, I don't want to see the manuscript you've polished. Tell me the details of the final battle, and don't omit any of the bloody parts."

In order to pass censorship, war correspondents will usually omit some content based on their subjective will, leaving the public with some plots that they like to see. But He Qingcheng wants to know the whole story.

"Oh dear, did you and Inspector Gao conspire together? Even your tone of command is exactly the same. One of you wants me to write it simply, while the other wants me to reiterate it in detail. You might as well tear me apart!" Xiao Li complained, slumping back in his chair.

"Stop talking nonsense. Even if Gao Junxiao comes back, he'll have to listen to me," Qingcheng said arrogantly.

"Hehe, now that you say that, I feel more at ease." Xiao Li just wanted a disclaimer, and Qingcheng gave him peace of mind.

From Xiao Li's account, Qingcheng roughly understood what the bandit suppression team had experienced after she left. First, Team Leader Dai forcibly detained everyone, and then, after finally leaving the troublesome city of Xuzhou, they were ambushed by the remaining bandits of Wudong Mountain during their march.

With the enemy in the dark and us in the light, Gao Junxiao ordered Commander Qin to withdraw the main force, then changed into civilian clothes and personally led two assault teams to fight guerrilla warfare against the bandits. Xiao Li asked in confusion, "Why is Commander Gao giving up his good command position to go and fight guerrilla warfare?"

"He's itching to show off his skills and wants to go down on the field and take advantage of others," Kiyosumi explained, propping her chin on her hand.

Xiao Li suddenly realized what was going on and continued his story. Unfortunately, he didn't get his hands on the bandit leader Wu Yulou. Just when they were about to capture him alive, they were discovered by the patrolling bandits of Mangshan. They decided to play along and pretended to be the remaining bandits of Fengshan. The supervisor, Gao, claimed to be the eldest disciple of the White Tiger Hall Master.

Anyway, all the big bosses of Fengshan have been executed, so there's no way to verify anything. There's also a soldier in the team named Little Cat who used to work in Fengshan and had an affair with Sister Qiao from Fengshan.

Wu Yulou hated this kid to the bone, cursing him for being shameless and stealing someone else's love. It was a typical case of the first wife tearing into the second wife. Moreover, Wu Yulou didn't seem to be familiar with the White Tiger Hall. Instead of refuting Governor Gao, he confirmed that they were remnants of Fengshan.

Then both groups were taken up Mangshan together. Xiao Li had also joined the group to film, but he was also taken away. Qingcheng pulled out a bag of sunflower seeds from somewhere, and upon hearing this, she stopped eating the seeds and started clapping, praising Xiao Li for his dedication.

Little Li, ever the social butterfly, grabbed a handful of sunflower seeds. What a load of rubbish! There was nowhere to hide; he was practically terrified. After their two teams were taken up the mountain, Wu Yulou and Inspector Gao accused each other of being spies for the bandit suppression team, while claiming they were there to pledge their loyalty.

"So do you know who the third-in-command is?" Little Li deliberately kept him in suspense, and when Qingcheng shook her head, she continued, "You should know Lei Shanhai."

"So it was Xiaoshan Hai." Qingcheng thought for a moment and realized, "Oh, I know, he was sent by Gao Junxiao to be an inside man among the bandits."

Xiao Li slammed his hand on the table and replied, "That's right! But I didn't know that at the time. I thought that the bandits in the mountains and seas were hard to eradicate and would not obey orders, so I led the team to break away from the bandit suppression team halfway."

"Don't change the subject, keep going." Kiyosumi leisurely started cracking sunflower seeds again.

After Qingcheng's reminder, Xiao Li started recounting his experiences on Mangshan. Shan Hai was one of his own, so he immediately took sides. Shan Hai and Xiao Mao worked together to provoke Wu Yulou into revealing his pledge of loyalty on the spot—a whole truckload of equipment.

This put us at a disadvantage. Inspector Gao immediately produced a map of the Japanese weapons base and demanded a private meeting with the leader, Liu Shengqi, claiming that he possessed secrets about the bandit suppression team.

Qingcheng's heart skipped a beat. Hadn't he emptied the base? She immediately interrupted, "Wait a minute, shouldn't Gao Junxiao be leaving quickly? Liu Shengqi knows him, doesn't he? Does he think he's lived too long?"

"How would I know what he's thinking? But you can't just see the chief whenever you want. Liu Shengqi wasn't in the mountains at the time, so we all agreed to pay our respects to the chief together during the evening's drinking session." Xiao Li's vivid description only made Qingcheng more confused. What was this man up to?

The waiting period was marred by two minor incidents. One was that the camera on his person aroused the suspicion of the bandits, who thought it was some new weapon and insisted on taking it. Shan Hai came over and sent them away. Then, he was pulled aside by Inspector Gao to discuss the dinner arrangements.

It was only then that Xiao Li realized that Shan Hai was one of their own. We had finished discussing everything and were waiting for the banquet to begin.

Unexpectedly, Wu Yulou hooked up with the second-in-command while waiting for the meal. According to the gossip of the bandits around them, the second-in-command and the third-in-command, Shan Hai, had a long-standing feud. Then another incident occurred: the fact that Xiao Mao had once been Shan Hai's subordinate was revealed at the banquet, and we were once again thrust into the spotlight.

A strong general has no weak soldiers. Xiao Mao stepped forward and admitted that he was a former subordinate of Shan Hai. He had been separated from Shan Hai when they were robbing the official road, so he returned to his hometown of Xuzhou. Later, by chance, he was rescued by Qiao Jie, the leader of Fengshan, and thus he followed Qiao Jie wholeheartedly.

After Qiao Jie's tragic death, Xiao Mao only wanted to take revenge on the bandit suppression team. He excitedly declared that he would hang the bandit leader's head on the city wall sooner or later. Then, the supervisor led the applause and cheers, and Xiao Li could only clap along. Through Xiao Li's expression, one could clearly feel his embarrassment and helplessness at that moment.

Wu Yulou's scheme failed and he was even led astray, but things finally calmed down.

A short while later, Liu Shengqi arrived at the banquet with his two concubines. Surprisingly, he didn't recognize Director Gao. Xiao Li originally thought that Director Gao had grown stubble and dressed in a disheveled manner, which was why he didn't recognize him.

Later, Xiao Li discovered the real reason—Liu Shengqi had some blurred vision and even had to fumble for the wine glass next to him for a long time, possibly due to retinal damage.

Upon hearing this, Qingcheng suddenly remembered that Liu Shengqi had been beaten every day while imprisoned in the foreign concession, and that was probably the cause of his illness. It seemed that Gao Junxiao had known this information beforehand, which explained why he dared to venture into such a dangerous place.

Moreover, Gao Junxiao knew that his voice might give him away, so he deliberately changed to a Henan accent. As expected, Liu Shengqi did not recognize him and was very happy with the pledge of loyalty he and Wu Yulou had given him. On the spot, he took both teams into Mangshan, assigned Wu Yulou Hua to the second leader, and assigned Gao Junxiao and the others to the third leader, Lei Shanhai.

After several rounds of drinks, Inspector Gao still insisted on meeting Liu Shengqi alone. When the cunning Liu Shengqi refused, Gao changed his approach and said that he wanted to make a name for himself and that if he had the right equipment, he could take down the vanguard of the bandit suppression team.

Haha! A bandit-suppression captain leading his men to a bandit's den to become the big bandit's underlings, and even fighting against his own troops—she wouldn't dare write something like that in a novel. But then again, now that she has the material, she can write one.

But reality is more absurd than fiction. Liu Shengqi actually agreed, but he was careful and left Gao Junxiao behind while Wu Yulou took command, calling it "integration." They were all brothers. To appease Inspector Gao, Liu Shengqi decided to use the equipment Wu Yulou brought the next day.

Kiyosumi felt that Liu Shengqi was also involved in the collusion with the Japanese, and that after the disintegration of Fengshan, the agreement between Mangshan and the Japanese was probably over.

Liu Shengqi, whose bandit mentality was hard to shake, probably thought that after using this batch of weapons, he could go to the Japanese base and loot another batch of weapons, so he didn't cherish the hard-won weapons at all.

With his plan 80% successful, Gao Junxiao, of course, knew when to stop. Disregarding his own safety, he patted his chest and assured everyone that his team was reliable. As it turned out, his team was indeed reliable; after Xiao Li withdrew from Mangshan with the group, they immediately subdued Wu Yulou.

Then, Xiao Mao presented Commander Qin with a topographical map and a personal letter from Inspector Gao. Xiao Li caught a glimpse of the word "shelling," but Inspector Gao was still on the mountain. By 11 a.m., they still hadn't returned to their unit. Commander Qin pulled out six cannons and, ignoring everyone's advice, started bombarding Mangshan.

What? He ordered the cannons to bombard him? Qingcheng bit her lip, her mind a jumble of emotions, both angry and heartbroken. Giving him six cannons wasn't the way to use them! Did he really think she had three heads and six arms?

Ring ring—

"Hello, who are you looking for?" Kiyosumi was in a bad mood, and her tone was not friendly.

"Honey, why are you so angry? Who made you upset?" came the voice of the culprit from the other end of the line.

"Who's your wife? Go eat your cannonballs!" Qingcheng slammed down the phone.

Across from him, Xiao Li covered his mouth, wanting to laugh but not daring to laugh loudly, but his shaking shoulders still betrayed him: "Editor He, be gentle with our heroes who rid the people of evil. They barely escaped from the bandits' den after surviving a near-death experience."

"He deserved it. He tried to take advantage of us, but ended up burning his mouth with blisters." Qingcheng slammed her fist on the table and said irritably.

"The process isn't important. The result is that he killed the leader Liu Shengqi and brought Shan Hai back to the team. Isn't that amazing?" Xiao Li praised Gao Junxiao without reservation, which made Qingcheng feel a sense of pride. That man was indeed quite capable.

"Is he injured?" Kiyosumi asked, pursing her lips.

"With such a large-scale operation, there must be injuries, but none are fatal." Before Qingcheng could ask Xiao Li any further questions, the phone rang again.

Ring ring—

“My dear sister Qingcheng, I am Chen Yao.”

Unexpectedly, it was Chen Yao. Qingcheng replied in surprise, "Brother Chen? What do you want to see me about?"

"It's alright, it's alright. I happen to be in Nanjing for a meeting too. Don't take that idiot seriously. He just likes to talk nonsense, and I've already taught him a lesson." Chen Yao said confidently over the phone, "If he makes any mistakes in the future, you won't have to lift a finger. I'll take care of him for you, I'll teach him a lesson he won't forget."

"Okay, Brother Chen, let him answer the phone. He probably needs to talk to me." Qingcheng's mood had calmed down.

“…Answer it, you’re so useless.” After a brief struggle, Chen Yao’s voice came through again, “Oh, it’s like this, we have a performance review meeting this afternoon and can’t come back for the time being. He’ll take the early train back tomorrow and should arrive at the West Station around 4 p.m. if he’s on time. Could you please go and pick him up?”

"Okay, and please tell him that I don't eat people." Qingcheng said, enunciating each word clearly. She's a master strategist who can outwit spies and quell bandits, yet she's too scared to answer the phone after being yelled at like that. Is she more frightening than spies and bandits? Annoying!

"Haha, okay. Wear something nice tomorrow, bye-bye." Chen Yao laughed as he hung up the phone.

"Hey Editor, dress up nicely tomorrow," Xiao Li chimed in.

"Hmph! Am I not dressed pretty enough today?" Qingcheng looked at her outfit. She always dressed beautifully. Did these men have no eyes?

"Beautiful, but you know how men are." Xiao Li glanced at the gold ring on her left hand and winked meaningfully.

But Qingcheng still didn't understand. She wasn't a man, so what did she mean?

The next day, the train station was still bustling with people, the deafening roar of the train wheels making the ground tremble. Soon, passengers filed out of the narrow exit.

On the platform, Gao Junxiao carried his suitcase down the iron steps, looking somewhat bewildered at the rushing crowd. There were no more passengers today than when he first came to Shanghai, but his mindset was different. Back then, he had a clear goal.

And now... whenever he feels lost, he habitually takes out the photo from his breast pocket, looks at the radiant beauty in the photo, and feels that the air is filled with the sweet fragrance of flowers.

Gao Junxiao took a careful sniff. It wasn't a hallucination; there really was a floral fragrance. When he looked away from the photo, he was surprised to find himself surrounded by a large bouquet of flowers, behind which was He Qingcheng's beautiful face.

She still came to pick him up. Gao Junxiao was so overjoyed that he couldn't speak after putting down his luggage. He heard her teasingly say, "Aren't you prettier in person than in the photos?"

Those words were like a gentle breeze brushing against his heart. He snatched the bouquet and embraced the person he had been longing for day and night, resting his chin on her shoulder for a moment. The fragrance of her hair captivated him, and her warm body temperature made him craving more.

At this moment, she was the only one in his world.

A gentle pat on his back seemed to soothe his restlessness, and Qingcheng whispered in his ear, "You've worked hard, welcome back."

"Why did you think of sending me flowers? Do you think flowers suit me well?" Gao Junxiao blushed shyly when he glanced at the flowers. What kind of grown man wants flowers? It's so embarrassing.

"It's not that. Everyone says I'm not pretty. I think this is how I look, and I can't change it. I can only use external accessories to improve my appearance and try to get some of your attention away from me," Qingcheng said, blinking her eyes and feigning grievance.

"Nonsense, I think you look good no matter what. Just let what others say go in one ear and out the other. You only need to listen to my praise." Gao Junxiao smiled and pinched Qingcheng's cheek, which still felt very smooth and bouncy.

Hmph! Others are just sour grapes. His little grapes are sweet and sour, but it's not something to tell outsiders.

“How can you praise someone when you’re hungry?” Kiyosumi said, naturally clinging to his arm. “Let’s go back and I’ll treat you to something delicious. It’ll be a special welcome banquet for Inspector Gao.”

"Hehe, that's great, I'm flattered." Before they left the train station, Gao Junxiao suddenly remembered something important, "Wait a minute, there's still someone we haven't picked up."

"Brother Chen? Why aren't you two taking the same bus?" Qingcheng asked, somewhat puzzled.

“It’s not Chen Yao, he’s still in Nanjing,” Gao Junxiao cautiously probed. “Actually, that person has already been on the train for three days and two nights.”

"Three days and two nights? Could they be your parents from Beiping?" Qingcheng frowned and thought for a while before suddenly realizing what was going on. No wonder his wife was so clever.

"No." Seeing the beauty let out a long sigh, Gao Junxiao forced a bitter smile and resignedly said, "Only my father will come."

"Why did you only tell me about something so important?" Qingcheng grabbed Gao Junxiao's collar impatiently, shaking his hat askew.

"Stop...stop shaking me, my injury hasn't healed yet, I'm dizzy." Gao Junxiao leaned on Qingcheng's shoulder playfully. "I already had a mild concussion, my head was throbbing. You scared me so much that I forgot about it."

"I want to punch you right now. No wonder Chen Yao and Xiao Li both reminded themselves to dress nicely. You bastard! Why didn't you just say so?" Qingcheng muttered a couple of times before asking, "When will Uncle arrive?"

"About fifteen minutes more," Gao Junxiao replied, glancing at his watch.

Kiyosumi suddenly looked up and asked, "Should I go back and change my clothes?"

"No need. You're dressed appropriately, your makeup is exquisite, there's nothing to criticize. You just need to stand there, smile, and show your dimples, and it'll be done." Gao Junxiao praised her without reservation, and casually put his arm around the beauty's waist.

"It's too late to book a restaurant now. What are we going to eat tonight?" Kiyosumi pouted and pushed him away.

"I don't know." Gao Junxiao shook his head and answered seriously. Actually, he had a little selfish wish. He hoped that Qingcheng would show off her cooking skills, such as changing the welcome banquet into a family banquet. However, he didn't dare to speak up when he saw Qingcheng pacing back and forth.

"Which hotel is Uncle staying at?" Kiyosumi continued to ask.

"I don't know." Gao Junxiao smiled awkwardly; he didn't ask the old man.

"How long will Uncle be staying?" Qingcheng's expression grew increasingly unfriendly.

"I don't know." Gao Junxiao lowered his head in shame, realizing that he really knew nothing about the matter.

"Hehe, I don't know, I don't know. It's better to have a raw sweet potato than to have you." Qingcheng had picked up Cantonese at some point, but based on his years of experience living in Guangzhou, she spoke it quite well. Qingcheng sighed and asked, "Is your father good-tempered?"

Gao Junxiao cleared his throat and pretended to look at the sky: "Ahem, it's alright, it's just that he has a problem with his eyes turning white."

This means it's going to be difficult!

What does "blue eyes" mean? It means giving a blue eye to someone you like and a white eye to someone you dislike. He was too embarrassed to speak ill of the old man, but he had to give Qingcheng a heads-up beforehand.

As expected, Kiyosumi was startled by his words and said with an embarrassed laugh, "Haha, sorry, I suddenly remembered that I made an appointment with someone to get my hair permed, which will take a long time, so you don't need to wait for me."

Qingcheng's adorable appearance aroused Gao Junxiao's desire to tease her: "Don't be a coward, you'll get used to it. My dad isn't a bad person, he's just a little sharp-tongued, don't mind him."

“Your dad is even more powerful than you.” Qingcheng forced a smile that looked more like a grimace.

“Not even a tenth of what he did.” Gao Junxiao began earnestly to give examples, “For instance, he made my brother go to Tianqiao to learn how to do the splits.”

"Why do you want to learn to do the splits?" Kiyosumi asked, following his lead.

“That way he won’t just be a big, empty shell between the client and the judge, with a few holes in it.” Gao Junxiao tapped Qingcheng’s forehead with a mischievous grin.

"No, no, no, I really have something to do. Oh, by the way, I left all the food in your room, and there are four crabs too. Take them and eat them yourself. If it's not enough, I'll treat you." Qingcheng looked like he was being robbed, making him seem like a bandit, so he would play the boss for once.

"There are crabs too, how thoughtful. But I find it too much trouble unless you peel them for me." Gao Junxiao tightened his embrace around Qingcheng with ill intent, and casually stuffed the flowers into her arms.

"No, go back and clean up. It's been so long. Take good care of your father. That way, father and son can have a deeper connection." Kiyosumi nudged him and urged.

"What deep conversation could two old men have?" Gao Junxiao was still joking when he suddenly straightened up, cold sweat involuntarily streaming down his forehead. He stammered, "Dad—"

At the exit stood an elderly gentleman in a cream-colored suit, carrying a walnut cane in one hand and a wicker trunk in the other. If Qingcheng hadn't seen his face, she would have mistaken him for an old-fashioned English gentleman. Behind him followed an elderly servant in a long gown, carrying two leather trunks.

"Haha, don't be a coward. What's there to be afraid of? It's your own father!" Qingcheng kindly helped him straighten his hat and gave him a push.

"Dad, you're here." Gao Junxiao smiled wryly and jogged up to his father, introducing Qingcheng, "This is Miss He Qingcheng, my girlfriend."

"Uncle, hello. I knew you were coming, so I brought a small gift as a token of my appreciation." Qingcheng smiled and handed the flowers in her hand to Gao's father. She then took the old man's suitcase and passed it to Gao Junxiao, showing no trace of the fear she had shown earlier.

"Thank you for your kindness." Mr. Gao accepted the bouquet, a faint smile appearing on his previously expressionless face.

"Dad, where do you live? I'll call a car to take you there." Gao Junxiao said, making a face at his girlfriend, as if to say: Aren't these flowers for me? Qingcheng replied with her eyes: Don't be so stingy, don't be so petty with your own father.

"No need, rely on you? Humph." The old man rolled his eyes at Gao Junxiao, showing that he understood his son very well.

"Where do we go now?" Gao Junxiao asked cautiously.

"Follow me." The old man coldly uttered two words, and led the group to a white convertible. The old servant checked the license plate, then took out the car keys and opened the trunk.

The old man clearly came prepared; he even rented a car in advance, and his servant can drive.

Before the old man's powerful aura, Gao Junxiao looked like a dwarf. Qingcheng tried hard to control her facial muscles, not letting herself show the slightest inappropriate expression.

When she gets really nervous, she pinches her boyfriend a couple of times; he's thick-skinned anyway. But what can she do now? That bastard Gao Junxiao is sitting in the passenger seat, leaving her and the old man in the back. She doesn't dare move an inch.

Finally, their car stopped in a huge garden with a two-story fountain. In front of them was a square villa with a distinctly Italian style. Qingcheng was actually quite familiar with this area; Gu Zisu's family lived not far away.

As far as she knew, the house had always been empty; the owners were either abroad or something else entirely, and the servants still didn't live there. Could it be Gao Junxiao's property?

Gao Junxiao seemed to notice Qingcheng's confusion and hurriedly explained, "It's not my family's. My family doesn't have any businesses in Shanghai."

“It’s your Uncle Sima’s holiday home.” The old man spoke a complete sentence for the first time.

"Oh, I see. It's a friend's house. You have to rely on friends when you're out and about," Gao Junxiao patiently explained to Qingcheng.

"He said if I'm comfortable living here, I can take over the place," the old man said to his son with a smile.

One sentence made Gao Junxiao cough uncontrollably: "You're not staying here anyway, don't waste your money."

"I'm happy to, it's just for fun." The old man looked at Gao Junxiao with some sympathy. "Heh, you can't even afford a house like this, how come you still want to get married?"

"I'm definitely going to kiss you, and I'll buy the house myself. Whether it's comfortable or not is up to my future wife." Gao Junxiao wasn't angry at all, and confidently put his arm around Qingcheng's shoulder, only to be ruthlessly swept away by Qingcheng.

The way this father and son interacted was a bit strange. The old man spared no effort in belittling his son, and Gao Junxiao was not afraid and even dared to talk back. This kind of 'filial piety' was the first time she had ever seen it. Qingcheng couldn't figure out the reason for it for a while, so she decided to just wait and see.