The atmosphere in the office was a little tense.
Meeting an Shiyu's cold gaze, an Zhengyang's heart skipped a beat. He suddenly realized that he had said the wrong thing.
No matter how much she disliked this son of hers, she couldn't afford to offend him at this time.
He was the president of Dongchen and the new master of the an family. He could end his father's life with one word.
This was why he was afraid of an Shilin, and also why he hated him.
No father would be willing to be suppressed by their son, and he was being suppressed by his son.
Even if he didn't want to lower his head, he couldn't lower his noble head at this time.
"Dad was just joking with you," an Zhengyang suddenly chuckled. "You actually took it seriously."
Looking at an Zhengyang's ingratiating expression, it was impossible for an shizheng not to be disgusted.
It was just that he never had much feelings for this person, so even disgusting him was a little redundant.
