Mo Yang drank his soup while looking at his father with bright, penetrating eyes.
"Father, did you learn this expression from our Little Sweetheart? But on you, it looks rather awkward, not as cute as when Little Sweetheart does it!"
Mo Beihan immediately glared at him. "Shut up!"
Gu Qingyao was at a loss for words. "Our son has only just come back, and you're criticizing him like that? You missed him when he was away, but now that he's back, you criticize him."
Mo Beihan said proudly, "I didn't miss him. Every time I visited him over the last four years, it was when he could not manage things himself."
Mo Yang refused to admit it. "Father, don't malign me! All these years, I have always been able to manage any business matters."
Gu Qingyao felt immensely proud when he said that. "That's right. Yang Yang is the smartest. You're even smarter than your fourth cousin."
