Vent His Anger for His Woman
Editor: Atlas Studios
Moreover, because he was his son, Zheng Hao did not dare to sweet talk him like Zheng Yan did.
After all, Zheng Mohong had always said that men have to be firm and able to shoulder responsibility.
He naturally could not act coy like her.
"If you can take better care of yourself and be as capable as your sister in some of the company's matters, I'll be able to rest assured. I don't need you to specially come to the airport to fetch me to know you're filial!"
Zheng Mohong let out a burst of bright and candid laughter as he went forward with his arm around Zheng Hao's shoulders to take him over to Mo Yongheng.
"Young Master Yongheng, this is my son, Zheng Hao. He's been a huge admirer of yours since he was young and always used to say that he wanted to be as impressive as you when he grew up. In his heart, I don't even have that much authority as his father as you do!"
"Really?"
Mo Yongheng slowly stood up from his seat.