Teng Tianhan sat in front of Teng Zhao and asked bluntly: "Zhaoer, are you willing to worship the master and enter the practice of meditation?"

Teng Zhao looked at him.

"You are seven years old, Teng Zhao, I want you to answer in person." Teng Tianhan looked at him and said, "Ask her as his teacher. From now on, you will be her disciple. I am afraid it will be harder to meet with my father, let alone the family members. It is not that I abandon you for my father, but that Xuanmen has the rules of Xuanmen. Even if I keep six senses, I still have a weak relationship..."

"I do."

Teng Tianhan was froze, with a hint of sadness in his eyes.

Teng Zhao lowered his eyes.

"You don't think about it? If I go back to Beijing with my father, I will ask the best gentleman to teach you."

"Be by her side, feel at ease." Teng Zhao rejected his father's closeness with the shortest and most powerful answer.

Teng Tianhan's heart was sore and his throat was tight, and he felt a little aggrieved inexplicably.

Father and son have a weak relationship.

Qin Liuxi didn't say anything bad at all. He was a father for seven years, so he didn't talk much, and he didn't communicate or speak less. However, Qin Liuxi only took two or three days to get his word for peace of mind.

The contrast is so big, it's so bad.

Teng Tianhan couldn't hold back anymore, so he stood up and said, "Then I'll give you to my father."

He walked out in a mess, and when he passed by Qin Liuxi, he paused and cast a look at her.

Sorrow, unwillingness, sadness.
Chapter completed!