"You told me to get lost." Jie Jingchen was forced to stop. He didn't even glance at his father, his gaze falling on Qin Mei, who was busy in the courtyard.
Mr. Xie took a deep breath, suppressing his anger and looking at Jie Jingchen with a gentle expression. "Jing Si, you were in Xiangjiang for so long. Now that you're back, can't we, as father and son, just have a proper talk?"
"I've been speaking to you perfectly fine. You're the one who flies off the handle at the slightest disagreement." Jie Jingchen looked at Mr. Xie with an innocent expression and added, "Am I wrong?"
Mr. Xie was at a loss for words. He both loved and hated this son of his.
"Jing Si, your salary for two months only adds up to a little over a hundred," Mr. Xie said.
"Is a little over a hundred so little?" Jie Jingchen asked.
