"You say you can live at your father's place just like that?" Zhou Mikang looked at him with an expressionless face, "Are you leaving or not? If not, I'll throw you out."
"You... What right do you have to meddle in our family matters?" Wang Jun timidly moved his chair closer to Mr. Wang, "Dad, it's the New Year, and I've come to be with you. Aren't you happy?"
Mr. Wang's feelings were very conflicted right now.
He had always doted on this younger son immensely. To someone like him who favored sons over daughters, a son was his root, the continuation of the Wang family line. With a son, he could face his ancestors with pride in the future.
Even now, having been driven out of the house by his son and wife, he still felt that his son was his root. But he also understood that aside from being his root, there was no other bond between them.
As for relying on him for old age support, don't even think about it!
