Zhao Weizhe also felt the same. If he saw his father in front of him right now, he might punch his father's face and ruin his mother's plan. The father and son ate in silence after that.
Zhao Cheng did not think much about this situation. This son, Zhao Boqin, was a quiet one. He just spoke when needed. So, he was more bonded with his youngest son.
His phone was ringing. Zhao Cheng checked the caller. He frowned before putting his chopsticks down.
"I am done eating." Zhao Cheng said and stood up.
Zhao Boqin just nodded without saying anything. He did not care much about his father anymore.
Zhao Cheng went inside his room.
"Why are you calling me again?" Zhao Cheng asked.
"CEO Zhao, the media companies asked for the money again." The person on the other side said.
"Again? Did we already pay them? Why? What happened?" Zhao Cheng asked.
