"You brat, not even telling me you'll visit." Even when his loud voice carried remprimand, his face only showed excitement. He looked at the secretary behind him and ordered tea to be served, specifying what tea Rise could only tolerate.
Rise did not give a sarcastic retort this time and directly sat opposite his adoptive father. Watching the old man, he realized that the number he visited his place could be counted on one hand.
While they did live together when he was younger, but that was their official home and not this place. Even five years into the future, Rise rarely visited, if not always forgotten to visit him.
He could not help but think of that now. When he said his relationship with his adoptive father was only so-so, that was only on his end. His old man was actually very attentive and always trying so hard to get close to him. The old man never once made him feel he was adoptive, but his true son.
