"I know what I'm doing. It's none of your business. And if you're here for nothing else, you can go."
After saying that, Su Shengjing walked around Su Guobang, not intending to entertain him.
"You…" Su Guobang gritted his teeth.
A surge of anger rose in his heart, but he could not do anything about it. More than ten years had passed since Little Jiu had come into their lives, yet Su Su Shengjing still carried the same attitude toward him. He was still holding the same grudge against his father.
It was as if an insurmountable distance separated the father and the son.
The butler looked at Su Shengjing's cold figure and sighed inwardly.
In the past, the old master had indeed done something that the young master could not accept. The young master had not let go of that ever since. The butler wondered if the relationship between the father and son would continue to be like this, irreparable no matter what.