"Oh, I almost forgot!" Xiao Han suddenly stuck out his tongue as realization hit him.
Having said that, he hurriedly picked up the third bowl from the table and filled it up with rice, hastily placing it in front of his father's portrait after bowing three times, carefully setting the brimming bowl before the image.
Mother Xiao stood behind Xiao Han; she lit a few candles and three sticks of incense.
"Old Xiao, it's been several years since you've been gone," Mother Xiao sighed, then added earnestly, "In the blink of an eye, four years have passed. Look at our son now, he's really made something of himself. Back then, Xiao Han was the top college entrance exam scorer, and now he's not the same boy—he has become a company owner and owns millions in assets. Old Xiao, if you know of this in the underworld, you should be smiling from ear to ear."