At the current stage, Lu Qiancheng, who cares most about height and values image the most, said, ...
It was as if someone had hit a sore spot, and he gritted his teeth and glared at him.
"You don't have to tell me, I'll get plenty of sleep, and I'll definitely grow taller."
Lu Jincheng was taken aback, then he realized he had touched a nerve.
He laughed at himself.
"Alright, alright, Dad was wrong. With genes like mine, you won't have to worry about your future height."
Even though these words were a bit self-flattering, Lu Qiancheng glanced at his dad's height and felt quite satisfied, even if he didn't show it on the outside.
Tall and strong, he looked every bit the part of a robust man, which suited his own image too.
Lu Qiancheng's anger subsided a bit, and his tone became somewhat softer.
"Then Dad, I'm going to sleep now. You should rest early too."
He turned to leave, and just as he was about to step out of the room, he added one more thing.
