Xu Baohan's hand that was holding the teacup paused. After a moment, he raised his head and said calmly, "We don't have much to talk about."
Song Ruixue shook his head helplessly. "No matter what, he's your father."
"Let's not talk about him." Xu Baohan smiled faintly. "He disowned me. What else is there to talk about?"
Song Ruixue clicked his tongue. "I'm doing this for your good. With your uncle giving him bad advice, your father might find you a stepmother. I'm just afraid that others might take money that should be yours."
"I don't care about the money." Xu Baohan's tone remained calm, "I prefer to rely on myself. Besides, I'm doing quite well now. I have my own place, a car, a girlfriend, a job and bank savings. What more do I need? I'm satisfied."
An Lan thought to herself, 'Maybe my problem is that I'm never satisfied.'
However, from their conversation, she knew that Xu Baohan's family had some money.
