He watched as Su Chen, guided by the airport staff, took a shuttle straight toward the private jet.
Watching Su Chen board the plane and the cabin door swing shut, Su Zhuyun muttered to himself, "My son's really becoming a big shot. I don't even dare to speak loudly to him anymore."
"Sigh... I'm such a failure as a dad. Other fathers help their sons, but in my case, my son is helping his old man."
He let out a long sigh, shook his head, and started walking out of the airport. However, judging by his brisk pace and the Mercedes-Benz key spinning in his hand, he didn't seem upset in the slightest.
......
"I'm surprised you made it on time. How was your New Year?"
Su Chen asked, leaning back into the sofa with his right leg crossed over his left. He swirled a glass of white wine as he looked at Chen Fei, who was sitting across from him.
The mention of the New Year seemed to strike a chord with Chen Fei, and he became incredibly animated.
