At half-past five in the evening, Xu Fenglai was scolding his good-for-nothing son, "You're already a junior this year, and you'll be taking the college entrance exam next year. All you do is play games all day instead of studying. You'll regret it one day!"
"I'm telling you, if you don't get into a university, don't even think about calling me your father!"
"And don't expect me to pay for you to study abroad. If you can't get into university, you'll be tightening screws at the factory for me!"
Seventeen-year-old Xu Chu'an was held up with his phone in a game battle and casually replied, "Tighten screws, then tighten screws..."
"You little brat, you're talking back?" Xu Fenglai grabbed something and was about to rush over.
Xu Chu'an quickly raised his phone, "You can hit me, but don't hit my hands, I'm in a team battle!"
"You..."
The phone suddenly rang.
Xu Fenglai stopped in his tracks and took out his phone.
