Following Huang Yuanzheng's gaze, an elderly man nearing seventy slowly walked in from outside. This man had a ruddy complexion, yet his eyes appeared somewhat cloudy. However, if you looked closely, you would notice that there was a trace of wisdom in those cloudy eyes, a glimmer of insight into the human heart.
"Dad, why are you here? Weren't you resting?"
Upon seeing the old man, Huang Yuanzheng quickly extinguished the cigarette in his hand, placing it in the ashtray, and stood up from the sofa.
Huang Zhengde glanced at Huang Yuanzheng, then at the pile of cigarette butts in the ashtray, frowning slightly as he said, "Yuanzheng, you rarely smoke. Why have you smoked so much today?"
"Dad, it's because of the recent events in Xiangjiang. I just can't calm down."
