"Yes dad you can leave, grandpa and I will handle everything," Cheng added.
Grandpa Mo nodded his head and said, "Yes, I am there to help too so you should go home and rest, your old bones won't be able to handle the immense pressure of this project Weilong so leave it to us.'
Weilong frowned and snapped, "I am not old and I can handle the project too but I want Cheng to do it instead."
"Are you done shoving your laziness to your son? Then leave, don't interrupt our working hour," Grandpa Yang fumed.
Helplessly shaking his head, Weilong left the office with a huge frown on his face.
"You are still angry with dad right?" Cheng inquired.
Scrunching his brows, Grandpa Yang snapped, "Of course, isn't it evident enough? What he did to me is not forgivable."
Cheng sighed and said, "Okay, I am not going to get myself involved in this father-son fight." Taking out a file from his bag, he added, "Grandpa I want a favour from you.��
"Consider it done but what is it?"