As for whether his parents would still insist on asking Tao Jia over as a guest, Yan Bo didn't care.
After all, if he wasn't there, the meaning of inviting Tao Jia over would be completely different.
Mom Yan slightly furrowed her brows, "Are you leaving just one day after you got back?"
Mom Yan's tone was still quite gentle, after all, this was her baby son—no matter how upset she was, she wouldn't bear to scold him loudly.
But Yan Zhong was different. Upon hearing Yan Bo's reasoning, he slammed the magazine he was holding onto the coffee table, bellowing angrily.
"What kind of shoddy client is so important that they come before family? Haven't I always said, what great things can a businessman achieve? Look at you, you're probably not even able to scrape together a meal, must be why you're bending over backward to negotiate with people, right?"
