In jingling group, Liang Jingchuan had asked Zhang Yang to order lunch for him. After he finished his meal quickly, he began to deal with the matters that had accumulated over the past few days.
In the afternoon, old master Liang called.
Liang Jingchuan was in a good mood today, so he remembered to be straightforward with the phone call. His tone was also less cold than usual.
"What is it?"
"You little brat, you didn't even tell me about something as big as getting married. Do you even have me in your eyes?" Old master Liang's angry voice could be heard from the phone.
Liang Jingchuan put down the pen in his hand, leaned back in his chair, and said,""So you're against me getting married? Why don't I go and get a divorce?"
"You brat, what nonsense are you talking about? who objected? I said you didn't inform me!"
