Wu Zimo frowned. "Please."
Wu Tian felt a pang of embarrassment.
After all, Wu Zimo was his son. It was one thing for him to disregard the family head's authority earlier, but why was he completely disregarding him now? How could he act so arrogant within the Wu family? For the past two days, he had done whatever he pleased, showing no respect.
"Zimo!" Wu Tian's voice boomed.
"Please," Wu Zimo stiffly replied, refusing to look at him.
His so-called father had never truly considered his well-being.
Up until now, all Wu Tian cared about was his own standing within the Wu family. He didn't want to be entangled in any way.
Wu Tian's face twitched.
He didn't know what to do either.
Wu Zimo paid no attention to him whatsoever.
Since he was young, Wu Zimo had always been the most stubborn and difficult to reason with. If it were Ziming, Wu Tian still had some confidence in persuading him, but Wu Zimo was an uncertainty.
