"You …"
Leng Yi was choked up, and then sighed, "If you are unwilling, then so be it, but now I am no longer the Prime Minister. Can you at least stay by this father's side and keep me company in my old age?"
"You have your grandchildren around your knees. It's not my turn!" Zhuo Junli had no intention of keeping him company.
He would do better to think about how he could make Sijin accept him.
"I may have many grandchildren, but now you are the only son by my side. Besides, all these years, I have never properly looked after you, taught you to read and write, or trained you in literature and the martial arts. Now that I am free, I can teach you and take you out to have some fun," Leng Yi imagined happily.
"Have you gone senile? Do I still need you to teach me to read and write? Do you know martial arts?"
His mocking was merciless, with a hint of disdain.