"Chairman, your father is outside saying he wants to see you." The secretary reported nervously as she entered the office, aware of the turbulent times within the company and knowing that her young boss didn't have a good relationship with his family. Moreover, the expression on the chairman's father's face could be described as dark as storm clouds.
Yun Hai smirked: "I know, let him in, and close the door on your way out."
"Yes."
"You're quite comfortable sitting in that position." Duan Minghui reprimanded as soon as he entered. "Do you think you deserve it?"
Yun Hai didn't even stand up. He just sat in the swivel chair looking at his father, then laughed: "Why shouldn't I be comfortable? I earned this through my own efforts."
"Your capability? Shameless, isn't it all what Yun Hai handed to you? Who do you think you are? I've never acknowledged you. You're as despicable as your mother." Duan Minghui scolded outright, with no decorum as Yun Hai's biological father.
