Stop it, the country really can't fit any more bans on the domestic entertainment industry.

He felt that as long as he learned everything else, he would be able to handle anything in the provincial capital with ease.

however.

Just as he was full of anticipation and his finger was about to swipe down on the screen...

Just then.

"Knock knock knock".

There was a knock on the door.

This directly interrupted the old man's thoughts.

Followed by.

A familiar voice came from outside the door.

It was the old man's son who arrived.

The son knocked on the door.

He stood in the corridor outside the door, separated by the wooden door.

His voice carried a clear hint of guilt as he said:

"Dad, are you asleep?"

"I've come to apologize to you."

"I shouldn't have criticized you like that at the dinner table."

The son stood outside the door, sincerely expressing his apologies, his tone filled with remorse.

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He stayed up all night to come here because he felt he had spoken too harshly during dinner.

I was afraid the old man would feel resentful, so I came to ease the tension.

The old man was originally immersed in the world of gambling.

One second they were fantasizing about their glorious days of dominating the world.

then.

Hearing his son's words.

Old Niu Tou'er felt a sudden panic.

The muscles in his right hand twitched suddenly.

I almost dropped my phone.

How could he not panic?

If his son pushes the door open and comes in.

I know he's here learning gambling skills.

I saw the old dice on the bedside table, and then I saw the book "My Life as a Gambling God" on my phone screen.

The consequences would be unimaginable.

My son was already angry enough because he was arrested for gambling at the edge of the village.

If they get caught red-handed now, they'll definitely criticize him again.

Let me put it this way.

Old Niu Tou has always had a temper.

but.

He was particularly afraid of his son.

This fear doesn't mean that his son treats him badly.

The facts are just the opposite.

Even though he usually finds his son's nagging annoying.

I often feel that this kid's mouth is like a leaky box, he's always chanting scriptures.

But to be honest, he said...

If his son is unfilial, then there are no filial children in the world.

It's because of filial piety.

His son is the one who nags him the most.

And it is precisely because of filial piety.

He was a little afraid of his son.

This is a typical example of moral psychology.

If he were to encounter an unfilial scoundrel, Old Niu could easily overturn the table and curse his mother, acting recklessly with a clear conscience.

But he was faced with a son who treated him with all his heart.

Whenever he wants to do something outrageous, he always feels guilty inside.

It feels like being a child.

I know that my parents are the best people in the world to me.

In order not to disappoint his parents.

Whenever you make a mistake or fail to do something well.

I can't help but worry that this behavior will make my parents sad.

Old Bull Head is currently in this delicate state of mind.

This is really a bizarre thing.

I don't know when their relationship started.

It seems a bit out of place.

He used to be the father, chasing his son all over the yard with a stick, beating him until the son was terrified and ran away in a panic.

I'm getting old now.

sometimes.

He felt that the brat standing outside the door was more like his father.

And he himself, this old man who always seeks excitement and causes trouble, is more like the unlucky son.

At this time.

The old bull-headed man started to panic.

Niu Da Niu outside the door is still waiting for a response.

Old Niu Tou realized that his son's main purpose for coming tonight was to apologize to him.

He took a deep breath and understood what to do.

Just keep going along with what the other person is saying and get rid of them.

"What?!"

"I forgive you, it's okay."

"What grudge could we, father and son, possibly hold against each other overnight?"

"You should go back to sleep now, I need to rest too."

The old man's words were incredibly magnanimous.

His tone conveyed a kind of loving and understanding nature unique to elders.

He no longer had the fiery temper he used to have when he would slam his chopsticks down and storm off at the dinner table.

According to Old Cow Head's idea.

He himself has so magnanimously declared that he won't hold it against them.

Once the son has fulfilled his duty of apologizing, he will feel at ease and will definitely turn around and go back to his room to sleep.

however.

Upon hearing this...

The old ox-head's son outside the door, Niu Da Niu.

But he stood still for a few seconds.

An odd silence fell over the corridor.

No footsteps faded away.

suddenly!

Without any warning.

Niu Daniu reached out, grabbed the doorknob, and pushed the door open!

The wooden door creaked.

The door hinges turned, and outside light shone in instantly.

Niu Da Niu's tall figure appeared at the doorway.

He didn't come in immediately.

Instead, he stood there.

then.

Niu Da Niu looked at Old Niu Tou sitting on the edge of the bed with a suspicious expression.

His brows furrowed tightly, forming a deep frown.

His eyes were filled with scrutiny and distrust.

He stared at his father and began to question him:

"dad."

"You're not up to something inappropriate again, are you?"

This question came abruptly.

This made Old Bull's heart leap into his throat.

Actually, the reason why Niu Daniu reacted this way was simply because he knew his father too well.

I just heard what my dad said.

He felt something was off.

Because of my dad's personality.

Just like his surname.

He was known for being stubborn and headstrong.

If there's a disagreement at the dinner table, this old man will sulk for at least three days.

Even if you take the initiative to back down, the other party will definitely keep a straight face and say a few sarcastic things before they're done.

And just now.

My father actually said such reasonable things so casually.

They even used culturally rich phrases like "What grudge can last overnight?"

To Niu Daniu, this unusual behavior was as if he had become a completely different person.

There must be a demon in the abnormal situation.

How could this not make Niu Da Niu feel that something was wrong?

but.

This is all thanks to Old Bull's hand speed, which is comparable to being single for sixty years.

Just as Niu Daniu pushed the door open and entered.

Old Niu Tou had already put his dice away.

The movement was extremely fast, leaving no trace.

and so.

Niu Daniu stood at the door, his gaze sweeping around the room.

No evidence of wrongdoing was found on the table.

No tools were found to prove that the old man was gambling.

Faced with her son's questioning.

Old Niu was very nervous, and his palms were sweaty.

But he knew that he absolutely could not reveal the slightest flaw at this moment.

If I start stuttering, I won't be able to get past this hurdle today.

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

Old Bullhead said with a glint in his eyes.

To cover up his inner unease, he deliberately raised his voice to make it sound more confident.

"What kind of shady things could I possibly be doing?"

"In the middle of the night, instead of sleeping, you come here to make fun of your old man, huh?!"

Looking at his father's self-righteous appearance.

then.

Niu Da Niu looked at his father with suspicion.

Undeterred, he took two steps into the room and carefully scanned the room once more.

I looked at the bed, the bedside table, and even the corner of the wall.

But I couldn't figure it out.

The room was completely empty except for that old-fashioned mobile phone with its screen lit up.

But that intuitive feeling of unease still lingered in my mind.

He looked at his father, but still asked, unwilling to give up:

"Really?"

These words were spoken.

This gave the old bull a perfect excuse to lash out.

He knew that at this moment, as long as he put on his elder's airs, he could forcefully suppress the other party.

"What do you mean, 'real' or 'fake'?!"

"Would your father lie to you?"

Old Bull Head feigned anger and scolded.

He widened his bloodshot eyes and pointed his finger toward the door.

He portrayed the anger of being misunderstood with remarkable depth and nuance.

"and!"

"You came here in the middle of the night asking all sorts of questions."

"Whose father am I, yours?"

Right now, all he wants is to kick this brat out so he can continue learning gambling skills.