Chen Zhihao had just barely praised Chen Yujie, and Chen Yujie immediately climbed up the pole, "Of course, I'm almost thirty years old, how could I not have made some progress? You just haven't noticed."
Chen Zhihao stared at his son for a few seconds. This brat is still so restless; say he's fat and he'll start panting, his tail could almost reach the sky, unable to discern the truth in words.
"Heh... You do know you're almost thirty? If you're really that capable, you'll deal with being set up yourself, stop relying on the family to clean up after you. Get out."
Chen Yujie was taken aback, quickly stepping over to Chen Zhihao's desk, "Dad! You should at least hear me out about what happened!"
"No need, you're my son, I don't know you?" Chen Zhihao snorted from his nose, speaking with firm conviction.
"Dad! I..." Chen Yujie panicked.
