"Retire, my foot! How dare he ask me to retire! He's out of line!"
Old Su was sitting on the sofa, so angry that his thyroid was swelling, his face flushed and neck thick, clutching a belt in his hand like he had been attacked by an ungrateful son.
Actually, it was mainly Su Qing's last comment 'time to retire' that completely shattered Old Su's defenses.
Zhou Hui, on the other hand, was cheerfully changing into new clothes, applying some moisturizing essence on her face, and said with a smile while putting on sunscreen:
"What's the big deal if my son is successful? Can't he stand on his own and run the family?"
Now, she firmly stood by her son's side. After all, she had raised him for over twenty years; now that he's finally become successful, what could be more important than that?
Now that her son can make big money, there's no worry about houses, cars, not even RVs, and with a wife comes a wife, and soon a grandson.
