"I hope parents won't always be busy making money, busy with their own careers, and should spend more time with their children."
"Otherwise, you'll never know what they're thinking, what they come into contact with every day, and these things could trigger juvenile crime at any time..."
"Humph!"
Lin Xianfeng on the sofa let out a heavy snort.
"You're supposed to talk about Li Hannian, why are you talking about my son? If I don't work hard to make money, what will the children eat and drink, what about family education? If parents could educate their children well, what use would we have for you teachers and schools?"
He poured another drink into his glass, turned his face, and picked up the photo frame that was placed beside the sofa.
In the frame was a photo of him and his son from the past, gazing at the photo of the smiling young man, Lin Xianfeng's brows also slowly furrowed.
