Su Guanhai affectionately patted Baili An's shoulder, his smug smile softened by a touch of relief, as he said:
"Young man, you're quite good, and what you said makes sense. I hope you can become good friends with Jing; he will definitely like you."
Baili An felt an overwhelming sense of powerlessness.
He thought, your son probably hates him too much to even have time, how could he possibly like him?
Yet, he was deeply aware of how difficult it was to be a parent. Today, Su Guanhai had taken him up the mountain for treatment and even granted precious medicine to Yin Baishuang, a favor he acknowledged.
Since he wanted him and Su Jing to get along better, although he wasn't good at interacting with people, he was willing to try.
Baili An nodded, glanced at the empty guest room not far away, and said wryly, "I suppose you had this thought early on, otherwise why would you have arranged my temporary accommodation so close to his."
