"So, tell me, how have you been these days?" Tang Mingyi's expression was warm, his temples slightly gray but not dyed, which instead highlighted a distinctive mature charm. "These days, I've been busy with the election campaign, and your mom has been with me outside, so we haven't taken good care of you brothers. As your father, I apologize to you first. Once this matter is settled, I promise to spend more time with you."
Tang Yanqing had no choice but to bow respectfully to his father: "Dad, I know what you want to talk about. The police award..."
Tang Mingyi quietly looked at his son: "You're not a child anymore, I trust you have your own judgment in what you do. If you refuse to accept it, you must have your reasons. Yanqing, right now, I'm not trying to hold you accountable, I just want a father-son conversation: what prompted you to give up such an important honor?"
