Mending the emotional Rift between father and son

"Aiya," Lu xiuche grumbled,"I realized that I really don't know how to do politics ... I'd be lucky if I could score 60 points in these two subjects."

Yue tingfeng smiled."I don't like it either, but I still have to learn."

"Yeah, I have to learn. Sigh, I hate it."

Yue tingfeng looked at the time."Let's go home. Come back next week to collect your report card."

"Alright," Lu xiuche said."I'll send you back first."

"You're freeloading at my house again, right?"

"No, am I that kind of person?"

Yue tingfeng nodded."If that's the case, I won't trouble you. I'll take the bus home myself."

"No, no, no. We're good friends. How can I let you take the bus alone? of course, I'll send you." Lu xiuche dragged Yue tingfeng to his car.

Lu xiuche dragged Yue tingfeng into the car and said to the driver,""Hurry up and drive. Let's send tingfeng home first."

The driver and bodyguard held back their laughter. I'll have lunch at house tingfeng this afternoon.