Not raised to be a coward

"Dad!"

Yating stormed in Gu Rong's office with a voice that reverberated with frustration.

"We were supposed to do three commercial shootings?"

Gu Rong looked up and frowned. "Is this a way to enter your father's office? So much disrespect!"

Yating threw back a glare. "Forget about my manners now. Let's talk about what you did!"

"What did I do?"

"Don't act so innocently now. How did the ads grow from one to three? We just completed the shooting and the director there breaks the news that we have to be ready for two more."

"Yes, that's right. What's the problem with that?"

A vein popped up on his temple. "You didn't tell me about this, Dad."

Gu Rong stared at him. "Are you an idiot? Of course you knew about it."

"Would I have barged in here if I did?"

"That's not my problem if you don't listen to people which you never do!"

His gaze darkened.