"Not bad," Pudding replied with a smile.
"You inherited your daddy's genes… I have no interest in doing business… My head would explode when I read those quarterly reports."
"You're lame. Do you want your son to be a policeman just like you?" Zhu Lingling gave her husband a dirty look.
"We policemen are not lame. Without our protection, how can you live in a peaceful society?"
"Dad, but I still don't want to be a police officer," Boyuan cut in.
"See? Even your son doesn't want to be a policeman. Our Boyuan has great ambitions." Zhu Lingling touched her son's head lovingly.
"What do you want to do?"
"I want to open a cake shop with Little Bean," Boyuan said cheerfully.
Zhu Lingling: "…"
Gao Ran: "Honey, is this what you call great ambitions?"
"Um… the cake shop can be a chain enterprise. If you could make it into a Michelin-starred shop, you'd be rich…" Zhu Lingling argued.