"So, you're Wu Jun? I don't like to talk business on personal time, but forgive my asking—how did you meet my father?"
After hearing what Wu Jun had said, Luo Zhengang seamlessly changed the subject.
"Your father and I…" Wu Jun opened his mouth, but he froze.
'I can't exactly tell Luo Zhengang that I met his father when we were spray-painting someone's car together, can I?'
If he did that, Luo Zhengang would definitely think he was some kind of punk, and he could forget about the deal.
"Wu Jun is the grandson of an old friend of mine. Why all the questions? Is this an interrogation?" Luo Weimin, his own face flushing, cut in from the side.
His son didn't know about his late-life romance, and he was terrified Wu Jun would let it slip.
"Alright, I won't ask." Luo Zhengang gave an awkward laugh and stopped pressing the issue. He reached out and pulled an overturned cup on the table toward him.
