Young master left early in the morning.

After Downing two bottles of red wine, Lu Xiangdong was slightly tipsy. He pulled over a maid who had worked for him for ten years and said,""Tell me, why, huh? Why is my son treating me like this now? I know ... I know that it's wrong for me not to come often, but didn't I always do this in the past?"

The maid had been working for the Lu family for many years and was not that afraid of Lu Xiangdong. She was a mother, and her son was a little older than Lu xiuche."But Sir, you've forgotten that children grow up slowly ... They're no longer looking at the world with their eyes. They've learned to feel with their hearts. They'll return the same amount of love you give to young master. Young master has grown up. He's not the child he used to be."

Lu Xiangdong didn't pay much attention to what she said. He kept mumbling about why his son was getting more and more distant from him and why couldn't things be the same as before.