"What did you just call Mr. Song?"
The middle-aged man glared at his son angrily and asked.
When he saw his son's evasive gaze, his heart suddenly felt a sense of foreboding! He must have said something unpleasant!
"Your son called me, Song Gou!"
Song Yun smiled and said, "I don't know why his hostility towards me is so great. I only organized an exhibition, and it's a free exhibition at that. It's not only a charitable act, but also a place for the citizens to enjoy their weekend. Yet, your son chose to believe some people on the internet and cursed at me openly."
"Did you really say that?"
The middle-aged man felt a wave of dizziness. He had been busy with work, with his career, and neglected his son's education, thinking that providing material compensation was enough.
But now it seemed that it wasn't the case at all!
"Mr. Song..."
