"Sit."
Wen Changrong gestured towards the chair in front of his desk.
Wen Suihan pulled out a chair and sat down, asking, "What did you want to see me about?"
Father and son, Wen Changrong and Wen Suihan, bore a remarkable resemblance to each other. In his youth, Changrong had been exceptionally handsome, a quality that had caught the eye of Suihan's mother. Now, although the years had faded his charm, his son had inherited his superior genes and was even more striking in appearance than Changrong had been.
But despite his looks, Suihan had not gained fame in his early 20s through his appearance nor had he won his wife's favor like Changrong had.
His son was now 28 and had not brought a single girlfriend home.
Wen Changrong placed the steeped Jin Junmei in front of his son and raised an eyebrow as he said, "I heard from your mother this morning that you have a girlfriend?"
