Yu Jingchen glared at his son, implying—Can you stop bothering your old man?
Yu Ziqian also gave his dad a glare and muttered quietly. "Since I don't get to eat, don't think you'll get to eat either."
Yu Jingchen gave his son a look and whispered. "Son, do you know what a win-win situation is?"
"Two people making money." Yu Ziqian answered very succinctly and correctly.
Yu Jingchen nodded appreciatively. "My son is smart; in this regard, he really takes after me!"
Yu Ziqian was reluctant to admit that his intelligence came from his dad, as it would be quite embarrassing for him. However, he even more didn't want to say that his intelligence was inherited from his mom, whom he really didn't like and didn't want any connection with.
So, he could only concede. "Fine, it's inherited from you. But Dad, have you noticed that I've already taken this so-called intelligence inherited from you and further enhanced it?"
"And what are you trying to prove?" Yu Jingchen asked.
