Gao Yuejin's eyes widened as he exaggeratedly rubbed them with his hands. Was this really his son? It shouldn't be, right? Although there's a resemblance, he's definitely darker, thinner, and most importantly, quicker in reaction than his own son,
His son's whole life couldn't match this skill!
"Not bad!" Meng Xingzhi couldn't help but exclaim in praise, "Jinglin, not bad at all! Your old man is always telling me how you're good-for-nothing, but I think you're great. If your old man keeps complaining, just come over to my place and be my son."
"Really?" Gao Jinglin's eyes lit up, almost wanting to defect immediately. He's been envious of how well Uncle Meng treats Brother Fan since he was a child, and even Meng Ping, who's more of a punk than he is, has a better life than him.
How many families have parents who scramble to take the blame for their children's mischief?
None!
Only their family, and absolutely no one else.
