Liu Zheng chuckled without speaking, and the sight of him made Liu Xin's head ache. "Get lost, get lost, get lost, don't come here and be an eyesore."
"Sure, Dad, get some rest early, and don't let it upset you."
Liu Zheng wheeled away in his wheelchair.
Suddenly, Liu Xin remembered something. "Wait, come back!"
"Dad, is there something else?"
"Come here, I have something to ask you!" Liu Xin said, indicating the butler to bring over two cups of tea. Clearly, he intended to have a long talk. Liu Zheng's brow twitched—conversations with Liu Xin never boded well, and he certainly did not relish the idea of a heart-to-heart with him.
