After Zhao Jing's figure left the study and exited the courtyard, the door gently clicked shut. The heavy silence filling the room dissipated slightly.
Only then did the grimness in Xu Shiniang's eyes gradually fade, replaced by a complex, indiscernible glimmer of anticipation. He turned his head to look at Xu Yanlin, who was sitting to the side and had witnessed the entire exchange.
"You saw everything just now," Xu Shiniang said. "I reprimanded him and suppressed him today, but I was never denying his talent, much less his spirit. I was only targeting his eagerness for quick success and his somewhat short-sighted, narrow perspective."
Xu Yanlin was slightly taken aback, wondering why his father would suddenly bring this up.
