"Old Zhang, you really ought to rein that son of yours in properly."
In the private room they often used, as soon as Sun Guoqing walked in, he opened his mouth and dropped that line.
Zhang Qingping was slightly stunned. He wasn't that surprised that Sun Guoqing knew about his son, but he hadn't expected Sun Guoqing to take the initiative to bring it up.
Originally, Zhang Qingping had been struggling with how to steer the conversation this way. If he didn't mention it first, he had no illusions that Sun Guoqing would be so generous.
Seeing the look on Zhang Qingping's face, Sun Guoqing could already guess seven or eight tenths of what was going through his mind.
"So in your heart, Old Zhang, am I, Sun Guoqing, really that petty?"
What Sun Guoqing said made Zhang Qingping feel like he'd really been judging a gentleman with a small man's heart. A warm current rose in his chest and he gave Sun Guoqing's shoulder a heavy pat.
