Once everyone had left, Mr. Mo carefully scrutinized Guding, which made Guding feel a bit uneasy.
"Looking closely, you really resemble that elder... just much younger." After his examination, Mr. Mo laughed kindly.
Guding felt a chill in his heart; he had a faint idea of who Mr. Mo was referring to, "Mr. Mo, have you met my father?"
When Guding referred to his father, he didn't mean his dad who raised him, but his biological father, as his dad looked completely different.
"I once had the privilege to meet him." Mr. Mo nodded with a smile. "My survival to this day is also due to his guidance..."
"What kind of person was my father?" Guding hesitated for a moment, then asked.
"That elder..." Upon hearing the question, Mr. Mo shook his head, his gaze lifted slightly, appearing somewhat dreamy, as if recalling something, "The difference between him and me is like dust and the bright sun; I dare not speak presumptuously."
