Wang Zifeng: What the F*ck?!

Old Master Cheng also sat down and picked up the teacup while listening to Cheng Raohan.

He just nodded slightly, neither excited nor enthusiastic. His expression was flat as he said, "Put aside this matter for now."

Cheng Raohan thought he would be praised by Old Master Cheng and didn't expect his reaction to be so plain. He was taken aback for a moment. "Dad?"

He slammed the cup in his hand on the table, shocked.

"You came to me at night just because of this?" Old Master Cheng took a sip of tea. His eyes were dull and his stance was majestic.

Cheng Raohan didn't know the situation had changed, but under his father's majestic presence, he simply nodded.

The phone that Old Master Cheng put on the table rang. It was Cheng Wenru. He waved his hand at Cheng Raohan and dismissed him. "Butler Cheng, send the Young Master out."