Su Baobao took short steps toward Jiang Yan.
This time, the distance between the two got closer and closer.
Father and son looked at each other, without uttering a word.
Jiang Feng and Jiang Qi watched nervously, not knowing why.
After a long while, the man finally spoke: "What did you just call me?"
He unconsciously slowed and softened his tone, also setting aside his usual chill and indifference.
Su Baobao answered with a childish voice tinged with a hint of pride: "Old Antique, got a problem with that?"
Jiang Yan wasn't angry either, asking patiently: "Why?"
"Why what?"
"Why call me that?"
"Because calling you a jerk dad is impolite, duh. So I chose this instead. And you do look quite like an antique."
Su Baobao replied confidently, without a hint of fear.
Jiang Yan: "..."
Jiang Feng and Jiang Qi gasped in shock!
The young master sure was bold, daring to say anything, and what a vocabulary to boot!
Both thought Master of their house would be angry, but he wasn't.