Under the moonlight, Shen Bao tiptoed to the door of his grandfather's room.
The last time he had approached his grandfather's room with such caution was when he had stolen money for a lavish feast with friends.
Shen Bao looked at the pitch-dark room, then slipped the folded paper into the crack above the door.
That way, his grandfather would see it as soon as he opened the door.
Meanwhile, inside the room, Shen Erxian suddenly opened his eyes and engaged the Sixfold Scrutiny to observe his clumsy, foolish son's actions outside.
What's he doing, slipping a note under my door in the middle of the night?
Shen Erxian couldn't understand it, always feeling that although his son was undoubtedly his own flesh and blood, the boy was nothing like him.
I'm so clever; how could my son turn out so dim-witted?
It would be fine if he were just foolish, but he's also fat, nothing like me—intelligent, wise, and handsome.