The door to the private room swung open just as Henry Shipton finished a cigarette. He looked up, his eyes still red with anger.
It was his biological father, Len Shipton, who had just stopped a car, bursting in.
He came in with a flourish and commanded Henry, "The cab fare is 15 yuan, give the money quickly!"
He pointed to the driver who followed in behind him, still chattering, "See, this is my son, the boss of a big company, and I can't even pay 15 yuan?"
The driver gave Henry a disdainful look, observing the designer clothes and distinguished demeanor. Only then did he put away his disdain and show the QR code for payment.
"Boss, trouble you to pay the cab fare for your father."
"Him, my father? He doesn't deserve it." Henry first coldly pulled a hundred yuan bill from his wallet and handed it to the driver, "Keep the change."
However, Len grabbed the driver and said, "If he doesn't want it, I do; give me the change."
