Liu Junyao paused while eating his snack, elegantly wiped his mouth with a napkin, and looked up at his son for two seconds, saying: "Are you sure...?"
As a father, he held expectations for his son. However, over the years, it felt as if something was missing, causing him constant headaches. A hospital check-up revealed the residual effects of an old car accident, leaving blood clots in his brain.
In truth, he was quite angry about his eldest son's rebellious behavior. It wasn't that he didn't care about him, but the blood clots made him head hurt whenever he got emotional, forcing him to remain calm.
"I'm serious, I want to get into the best university..."
"Pff..."
Unlike before, Liu Chang didn't get enraged when his brother mocked him. He chose to endure... While his capabilities were still lacking, he couldn't confront them.
Currently, when requesting help, he couldn't afford to anger them. Liu Chang could still discern a hint of care in his father's eyes.
