It wasn't until he was old that he finally curbed his temperament.
Or perhaps it wasn't because he was old, but because other people began to have accidents one after another…
"Didn't Second Uncle go fishing?" Li Hao asked curiously.
Li Xiaoran glanced at Li Hao and said, "Fishing? He used to be the most restless of all, how could he possibly go fishing? As a child, he was the one who gave our father the most headaches. Tough-skinned and disobedient."
Li Hao was stunned. Second Uncle didn't like fishing?
But the Second Uncle he remembered would always go to the lakeside to fish whenever he had the time.
He would sit there for an entire day.
Even several days at a time.
Li Hao's eyes flickered. It seemed that the passage of time had not just smoothed out the edges, but also toned down the youthful frivolity and restlessness.
"Did you come here to see me?" Li Xiaoran asked.