"Do you really need me to bring it? It's all cold greens by now," Bo Yan's voice suddenly appeared behind the two. Chief Bo turned his head to look at him, "You think everyone's like you, a wasteful son."
Yuran glared with wide eyes: "..."
Was this how they interacted at home?
Unconvinced, Bo Yan ruffled his hair and walked over, "I'm not some prodigal son, Dad. You should thank our ancestors for that!"
Chief Bo, "Loafing around, and that's not prodigal?"
Loafing around?
Yuran muttered to himself in a subdued voice, Do I have some misunderstanding about the term 'loafing around'?
Bo Yan squatted down beside the two, getting somewhat close to Yuran. Chief Bo watched everything, thinking to himself: Tsk tsk, what a coward.
"Even if your son is loafing around, he's at the top tier of loafers. If you retire one day and have no income, your son can ensure you have nothing to worry about in terms of food and clothing."
