Zhuo Zhengxiu frowned upon hearing his words, "You little brat, what kind of talk is that? I'm your father, I came to see how you're doing?"
He got a call from Mr. Lin early in the morning, saying that his eyes were starting to get better, so he ran all the way here, only to be disliked.
"I'm better off without you coming. As soon as you come, my headache starts."
Zhuo Junyue wasn't courteous at all. His relationship with Zhuo Zhengxiu had only worsened after the death of his mother, Qin Qin.
Zhuo Zhengxiu sniffed coldly, thinking about something, "Where's that girl from the Su Family? Mr. Lin said that you seem quite pleased with her."
"Since you've given her to me, you don't have the right to question. Alright, you can leave now, I need to rest."
"Fine, I'll leave, you better heal up, the Zhuo Group still needs you in charge."
After Zhuo Junyue had a car accident, Zhuo Zhengxiu had no choice but to return to the Zhuo Group.
