"Such a big issue, Chu Changkuo obviously couldn't make any decisions."
He hurriedly returned home, just as his father was sobering up with tea in the living room, having attended a meal gathering somewhere around noon.
"Dad!"
"Sit down, don't panic."
Chu Dazhao carelessly waved his hand, took another sip of his strongly brewed tea, letting out a very comfortable sigh with a "ss-ha" sound before he turned his gaze over.
"Didn't I tell you to focus on your studies and not meddle with family matters? Whimsical questions you've got there, blowing hot air again?"
Chu Changkuo wasn't pleased, "No, what's so great about boasting about needing money? Can't you trust me for once?"
"The things you're asking are useless!"
"But my roommate really can bring in the money!"
"Hmm?" Chu Dazhao looked up, his eyes somewhat doubtful, "Son, you shouldn't joke about these things, do you know how much our family is short of?"
"Huh!"