This generational mix-up is enough to give someone a headache!
Lu Yun'an could only feel his temples throbbing, his vision darkening.
"Pfft—hahaha…."
Lu Jiahe was the first to lose composure, his hearty laughter rang out like a great bell.
His broad hand gently ruffled Lu Ruoxue's fluffy head, laughing so hard that even his beard trembled: "Good girl, you have an eye for people!"
"Hahahaha!"
Lu Xuan couldn't help but laugh, his clear laughter intertwined with his father's, echoing in the courtyard.
The sternness between his brows melted away, revealing a hint of the spirited and ambitious youth he once was.
Lu Yun'an stood dumbfounded on the spot, watching the fatherly-son scene unfold before him.
He felt as if his whole worldview was collapsing!
Lu Yun'an looked in disbelief at his eldest brother, who had a smile in his eyes.
Is this still the dignified, serious, unsmiling eldest brother from his memory?
