Zhou Qianmo paused there.
Immersed in a deathly silence.
He seemed unable to believe that his son would say such things, or rather, he couldn't believe he would hear such words at a time like this...
After a long silence, he asked, "Why?"
Roger, playing with his fingers, said blandly, "No reason, if I must say, it's probably because I felt threatened. I am your son, yet since he came into our family, you have clearly invested more effort into him. Previously, you already arranged my future path: join the Military Department, slowly accumulate experience, then at the right time, arrange for me to return to the Nanyun Martial Mansion to inherit your position as Pavilion Master."
