"Dad, you eat first, the buns I steamed are still warm."
After having lunch, Kong Dehong lowered his head and said, "Dad, I quit my job."
Kong Zhongyou sighed, "If you quit, you quit. The son is still young and doesn't understand that enduring hardships is the path to becoming a better person. Forget it, I won't force anything in the future."
"Dad, I've packed my luggage and will go back with you."
"Mm, let's hurry, otherwise it'll be dark by the time we get back."
Kong Menglin sat on one side, hesitating, but fear took over. "Dad, I quit my job too. I'll go back with you."
Kong Zhongyou just nodded. Let them all return. None of his four proud children have turned out well.
Kong Mengjie quickly helped the two load the car, still urging Dad to leave quickly, fearing he wouldn't be able to handle it when the public humiliation started at two in the afternoon.
