"You brat, I'm talking to you. Are you listening seriously?"
"What kind of rich second generation are you like this? You don't ask your old man for a cent, you're cooped up in the countryside, don't know how to enjoy yourself, and have no ambition..."
Zhao Liwei saw his beloved son absentmindedly looking out the window, and an unexpected surge of anger rose within him. His tone unconsciously became much heavier.
"So annoying, just eat by yourself. I'm going out for a bit!"
Zhao Tienan said irritably, leaving the words behind, and got up to leave before the dishes even arrived, leaving his old man in chaos at the table.
"You brat, are you so impatient to chat for a while with me? Just like your mom, always leaving me alone at the drop of a hat!"
Zhao Liwei said angrily, breathing heavily with rage.
On the other side, Zhao Tienan rushed out the door but couldn't find that figure anymore and immediately started frantically searching around.
"Sorry, excuse me!"
