Wang Jun picked his ear with his pinky and smiled at his father. "Dad, like father, like son. You like gambling. I inherited your genes. I like gambling too."
"You haven't saved a single cent for so many years," Wang Si asked with great heartache. "Is it because you've been gambling?"
Wang Jun said impatiently, "Dad, I don't gamble every day. I only play a few rounds when I'm free. My luck isn't very good. I lose more than I win. Besides, my capital is too little. Those who win have tens of millions. As long as I bring 5 million over this time, I'll win money!"
Wang Si stood up from his chair and walked to his son angrily. "Xiao Jun, you can't go gambling! If you can get the money this time, take it and hide far away. Don't come back in the future. Just pretend that I don't have a son like you."
