After Su Yanzhi listened to Su Zhen's words, he remained silent for a long time.
But his furrowed brows and slightly trembling hands betrayed that he was anything but calm at the moment.
Even though Su Zhen was unworthy, he was still Su Yanzhi's only son.
Having raised him for so many years, there was no way he could ignore the predicament Su Zhen had found himself in.
Su Yanzhi steeled himself, then looked towards Su Miaomiao.
"Miaomiao, grandpa just remembered we've run out of tea at home. Go buy some more, will you?"
Su Miaomiao nodded her head, took her phone, and left the house.
Once he confirmed she was far away, Su Yanzhi stood up and fiercely slapped Su Zhen twice.
"You scoundrel, in front of Miaomiao, I gave you the dignity of a father, but now that Miaomiao's not here, it's time I properly taught you a lesson."
