The joy of the feast was written all over Xie Yong's face. As Su Jin continuously poured him drinks and pressed him with questions, Xie Yong's fatherly, know-it-all nature began to explode.

Even though Su Jin's questions were as simple as a child's, Xie Yong still answered them meticulously, even when he could have easily brushed them off.

The full picture of society was gradually forming in Su Jin's mind.

Su Jin's face was as calm as water, watching Xie Yong gesticulate wildly in front of him, while his mind had already drifted elsewhere.