Ye Junqing: "..."
Originally feeling utterly gloomy, Ye Junqing suddenly got an unusual point. Did this little guy mean to acknowledge his identity?
Once again insulted by his son, Ye Junqing's face sank for a few seconds, then he felt as if bathed in a spring breeze, the sense of honor of being acknowledged by his son outweighing even being called a pauper.
"It's okay, I can waive the tuition fee," Mr. Ogden continued to tempt earnestly.
But the little domineering CEO Mo Yinhe said, "I don't need training. If there's any competition, you can just sign me up. I'm only responsible for competing, not for training."
Having had his fill of fun, little CEO Mo directly handed the golf club in his hand to Ye Junqing, then strutted off with his cool little steps; yes, he looked that awesome!
Ye Junqing handed his tomorrow over to Ogden: "Contact me if there's a competition."
He decided to take his son on a shopping spree, to let him know that he could afford his upbringing!
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