Memory Chips

The news of Sifeng nearly drowning, reached Master Zhang's ears. Of course it was Yushen who reported it.

"A-Feng! Go home quickly! This is my order! If you don't come back today, I will cut you off from the Zhang family's heir list. Mr. Zhang threatened from across the phone.

"Do that, Papa! Wasn't it from the beginning that papa didn't recognize me as part of the Zhang family, eum?" Sifeng spoke, challenging his father.

"If that's your decision, fine! If you don't come home today, I'll count the money you've spent as debt!! And again, pay your personal assistant's salary yourself. Otherwise, he will follow you for the rest of your life!"

After saying that, Mr. Zhang ended the call unilaterally.

"What?! Why does it all become debt, Papa? Papa! Don't hang up the phone yet!"

"Beep ... Beep ... Beep ...."

"Hash, dammit!! Old man Zhang really means what he says." Sifeng grumbled, annoyed.