"Don't say anything more. I'm living quite well here in the school cafeteria. Why would I want to go back to an empty house?"
Jia Dequan waved his right hand forcefully, looking displeased, and said,
"Don't forget, I'm your father, not your son. Why should I have to listen to everything you arrange? I'll do whatever I want, and you can't control me!"
"Oh, Dad! We aren't trying to control you. It's just that this place is too far from home, even if you were a bit closer, we wouldn't feel the need to stop you!"
Standing opposite Jia Dequan was a slightly chubby middle-aged man in his forties. His features bore some resemblance to Lao Jia, with frameless glasses perched on his nose, and he looked somewhat anxious and helpless.
He raised his hand and vigorously messed with his hair, continuing,
"Now that you've come so far, the key issue is that your health isn't great. If something were to happen, we wouldn't be able to get here quickly enough!"
