Yin Qin turned around and went home.
After taking a few steps, he suddenly thought of something and shouted, "Oh shit, I forgot to remind that little pup to have dinner!"
Murmuring to himself, he walked into the house.
His father was home.
His mother was not.
Whenever his father was present, his mother would be absent.
From the start of their memories, their relationship had always been this way, living separate lives.
"Yin Qin!" Yin Bin looked at his son, his face darkening.
Yin Qin looked at his father, "What's up?"
"Be serious when you're at the company! Be diligent!" Yin Bin's voice was cold, "Learn more from your cousin!"
Yin Qin rarely bothered to engage in conversation. "Why should I learn from a person I don't like!"
"Do you want me to leave all my business to your cousin!" Yin Bin hollered, jumping up from the couch and bitterly rebuking his son, "I've raised you, given you good food and clothes, and you haven't shown an ounce of gratitude!"
