Having a name gave them direction, and they formulated a plan of action. The group discussed for over half an hour before adjourning the meeting. Meng Ping was left behind, and the father and son sat silently in the empty conference room for a long time.
Meng Ping finally couldn't resist starting the conversation, "Dad, I'm exhausted. If there's nothing else, let the little fat man go! I'm still waiting to go back to sleep!"
"Meng Ping," Meng Xingzhi said in a heartfelt manner, "I won't interfere with your business, but I have one request."
"Go ahead."
"Don't engage in anything immoral or despicable. I don't want my last son to become another Shen Yu."
Meng Ping curled his lips mockingly, "Scum like Shen Yu isn't qualified to be compared to me."
"Then I can rest assured! Go ahead and pick up the little fat man!" The eldest son set a great example, and this elevated his status in the younger son's eyes even higher than his own father's, which made him feel relieved.
