This was also the reason why Jiang Suiheng's only son had become a taboo topic when he was socializing outside all these years. No one dared to casually mention him.
Jiang Suiheng waved his feather duster and pointed at his feet. "Take off your high heels too! I can't believe you bought shoes that fit such big feet!"
Jiang Chu suddenly acted coquettishly. "Dad, it's cold in winter. I'll be barefooted if I take off my shoes. My stomach will hurt if I step on the ground…"
"Hurt my ass!" Jiang Suiheng howled at the top of his lungs and picked up a feather duster to hit his leg. Seeing that he was serious, Jiang Chu dodged and kicked his shoe away.
The father and son hadn't seen each other for at least a year, but today, they had only met for less than ten minutes, and the roof was almost blown off.
Jiang Suiheng held the desk and panted heavily. His blood pressure was rising.
"What have I done to deserve this!"
