Entering the back hall, indeed, Liang Xiu was standing in the hall looking at the scroll on the wall. Hearing the footsteps, Liang Xiu quickly turned around, "Nephew greets Uncle!"
"Haha, what? Are you interested in painting now!" Yang Zhenshan laughed.
"No, I was just killing time because I was bored!" Liang Xiu said.
Liang Xiu was now nineteen years old. When Yang Zhenshan first went to the Liang family's textile shop, this kid was only six years old. Thirteen years had passed in a blink of an eye, and Liang Xiu had grown up.
"Take a seat!" Yang Zhenshan gestured with his hand for him to sit down.
The servant hurriedly served tea to Yang Zhenshan and also changed a cup for Liang Xiu.
"How is your father's health lately?" Yang Zhenshan asked.
"Dad is doing well, it's just that he's getting older and his health isn't what it used to be!" Liang Xiu replied.
