Recently, he kept drawing the shorter stick again and again.
It seemed that people working for him were nothing but useless scum, in comparison to Shang Ruohai's blindingly dazzling followers.
Shang Ruohan inhaled and exhaled several times before he knocked at the door of his father's ward/office.
"Come in," Shang Xiaoyi's croaking voice was heavy with disappointment even before he hurled any insult on his eldest son's face.
Shang Ruohan pushed the door open and raised his head to look at his father.
To his amazement, Shang Ruohai was also there.
"..."
And he had the cheek to grin at him, this little bastard.
"Sit down, Ruohan."
Shang Xiaoyi's authoritative voice brooked neither argument nor protest from Shang Ruohan.
Shang Ruohan quietly took his seat on the other side of his father's bed.
"Have you read the latest news on Weibo concerning your champion?" Shang Xiaoyi asked.