Sun Yisheng smiled and said, "Your son is still waiting in the main hall, there's plenty of time for us to chat later, you should hurry over."
Chen Tang replied indifferently, "He's not my son, my son is already dead... Yisheng, what kind of person is he?"
Sun Yisheng hesitated for a moment, then told the truth, "He's an honest kid, stable, mature, generous, appropriate, kind, and righteous. I can't find any faults. It's just that..."
He looked troubled, and some hesitation filled his heart.
He felt that Chen Shi was deliberately acting this way in front of him.
"Just what?" Chen Tang pressed.
Sun Yisheng pushed him towards the door, laughing, "Quickly, go! Don't keep him waiting!"
Chen Tang walked out of the front hall, and Sun Yisheng watched him head towards the back courtyard, noting that Chen Tang's steps became awkward, moving with matching arm and leg strides.
