The small table lamp sent back from the United States

"Dad, you're too hurtful with your words."

Chen hansheng laughed awkwardly at his father's disdain.

Old Chen would never yell at Chen hansheng, but his words were very artistic. Most of the time, they were like daggers, more lethal than the noisy Empress Dowager Liang.

Chen Zhaojun didn't care about his son's complaints. He calmly skipped the topic and continued,"Also, if you have time, you should go back to your hometown to take a look."

"What?"

Chen hansheng was stunned.

"Many relatives want to see you."

Old Chen explained, " but some of the older ones can't walk around. The younger ones are still studying. They only heard that you have a successful career outside and are full of curiosity about you. However, they haven't seen you in a long time.