Zhao Dapeng coldly swept his gaze across the room, not bothering to even say hello. 

Turning to Mr. Zhao, he threatened, "You old fogey, don't you dare freeze my credit card!"

This young man wasn’t just rude, he hadn’t even received basic fostering!

Mr. Zhao shouted, "Dapeng, sit down! We need to talk to you!"

"Fuck that! You can sit if you want to!” dismissed Zhao Dapeng. “You said all I have to do is show up, so here I am. Give me money. I still have something to do later."

Mr. Zhao slammed the table and roared, "What is it that’s so important?! Aren’t you just fooling around with those friends of yours?"

"You’re not allowed to insult my friends!" yelled Zhao Dapeng, tit-for-tat.

Their father-son relationship had become so strained they had no way...