When Xie Fengting was young, he used to race cars. Although he no longer participates in those dangerous races, he still quite enjoys driving.
So he's driving personally back to Mocheng.
He starts the car, smiles, and looks at his son through the rearview mirror: "You should get used to it; there will only be more of such dinners in the future."
"Dad, I really doubt your judgment in making friends," Xie Yanzhi says directly. "You said he's a good brother of yours, which is why I came."
Xie Fengting laughs and shakes his head: "In business, where's there any real sincerity? But your Uncle Dong helped me before, that's a fact. Yanzhi, didn't Dad tell you to remember people's kindness and be grateful?"
Xie Yanzhi replies: "I remember. Kindness is one thing, but it doesn't mean you have to become close to him. I'm not badmouthing anyone, but I don't like Uncle Dong's way of doing things."
"He runs a big business; he's naturally proud."
"But my godfather isn't like that."
