As they chatted, Song Qingyou realized what her father was thinking.
"Dad, you've raised me for so many years. It's my turn to raise you now," she said bluntly.
"What are you talking about?" Song Xingye was unhappy. "You're still young. How can I let you raise me?"
Song Qingyou was speechless.
It was her father who spoiled the old people.
"I have a company," she argued.
"You can leave your company to me." After saying that, Song Xingye was afraid that his daughter would misunderstand, so he added, "I mean, if I help you manage the company, the owner of the company will still be you…"
"Of course, I welcome Dad to help me manage it. However, the company is only so big at this stage. I can manage it myself."
"What about your studies?" Song Xingye still remembered that his daughter said that she didn't even take the college entrance examination.
