At such an old age, still having to kneel and apologize to someone—it's just too humiliating.
Cheng Taiyue felt a wave of displeasure in his heart.
But upon seeing Xu Fan's gaze, he quickly drilled towards his son.
"Move over, give... give me some space..."
In a voice as thin as a mosquito's, Cheng Taiyue began negotiating with his son.
This is truly humiliating...
Thinking back to a few minutes ago when he scorned his son for not inheriting his proud bone, Cheng Taiyue felt utterly embarrassed.
Despite kneeling here, Cheng Taiyue felt that this wasn't him being cowardly.
After years of toil, he prided himself on having the ability to read people. From the boy's eyes earlier, he saw something unusual for someone of his age.
His instinct told him that if he dared to defy him, he would pay the price!
Now, kneeling timidly beside his son, Cheng Taiyue looked towards Xu Fan.
He wanted to see what exactly the boy intended.
