Si Cheng was a little impatient when he heard his father's question. He came up with an excuse and said perfunctorily, "It's exactly what it means. I have my own plan. Don't worry."
When Father Si saw Si Cheng like this, he slammed the table in anger. "I handed the company to you, but you're in such a mess now. How can I be at ease?! Now, you only need to do two things. First, divorce. Second, get the child's custody!"
When Si Cheng heard his father's commanding tone, his face turned cold. He looked straight at Father Si and replied, "Dad, I'm not eight years old. I'm already 28. I know what I'm doing! Please respect my ideas!"
Seeing that the father and son were arguing again after just a few words, Mother Si hurriedly stood between them. "You and your father can't talk things out! Si Cheng, listen to your father's arrangements. We're doing this for your own good."
