"How could that be? Dad will definitely believe you," Duan Jianchuan quickly assured.
Duan Jiasu pressed down on the brim of his hat, a gesture of avoidance, trying to dodge the gaze of the person opposite him.
"Let's make it clear first, I'm mentally sound, not a bit of problem, I can clearly distinguish you, my uncle, and my brother, and my studies are alright."
Duan Jianchuan and Yun Qiuce outside the door grew more anxious the more they listened.
"Alright, alright, just say what it is! The longer you don't say, the more nervous Dad gets."
Duan Jiasu took a deep breath, mustered up courage, and looked Duan Jianchuan in the eye, "Dad, do you believe in mysticism?"
Inside and outside the room, all three paused in surprise.
Seeing the look on his dad's face, Duan Jiasu's eyes instantly dimmed, "I knew you wouldn't believe, you must think I've gone nuts for saying that, but actually, it's not..."
Suddenly the door swung open and Yun Qiuce and Duan Qingsong barged in.
