Min Yizhou, his mother, and his sister held each other and wept bitterly, while Zhu Yang's mother chased him around in a furious frenzy.
Once the chaotic scene settled down, both families brought up the idea of taking their boys home. It was far too pitiful for them to stay outside as Wandering Souls and Ghosts!
Zhu Yang said timidly, "...Actually, it's not that pitiful. We have Professor An protecting us. I think it's pretty good here."
This exasperated his mother so much that she wanted to beat him all over again. She had shed so many tears over this troublesome son over the past three years that she was nearly blind from crying, yet he still dared to make such thoughtless remarks.
"Master, can we take our son home to care for him?" Zhu Yang's father was a bit more composed. Though he phrased it as a question, the look in his eyes was exceptionally resolute.
