Lu Ze nodded, watching his son lounging with his legs crossed, playing on his phone. He didn't know what his son was smiling at on his phone, with a look of being immersed in a passionate romance. Lu Ze shook his head and said, "Lu Zhiyuan, do you want to race cars for your whole life?"
Lu Zhiyuan looked up at Lu Ze, set his phone down, and Lu Ze continued, "You're already twenty years old. After the new year, you'll be twenty-one. While the lifespan of a race car driver is long, there's still a peak age. You can't always stand at the pinnacle on the racetrack. Have you considered retiring?"
"Dad, I'm only twenty. How can I retire before reaching my peak? At twenty, I'm still in my rising period, not at my peak yet."
"I'm not telling you to retire this year. There should be a time, maybe at twenty-five? Thirty? You have a family business to inherit. Can you keep risking your life on the racetrack forever?"
