Jie Jingchen's words left the two of them speechless. To hear him talk, you'd think he was the only one who had to go to work. Did they not?
The mention of work sent a wave of anger through Mr. Xie. On his first day back, Jing Si had just walked off the job without even asking for leave. He'd wanted to subject Jing Si to disciplinary action, but he knew full well that his son hated working at the machinery factory. "Jie Jingchen, I am your father! What is this attitude?"
Jie Jingchen stopped in his tracks and turned to face his furious father. He reminded him, "Dad, we're at home, not at the machinery factory."
"At home, I'm your father. At the factory, I'm the director. No matter where we are, you will—"
"Dad, we've already split the family," Jie Jingchen cut him off.
