Tang Zelin leaned forward, grabbing his dear father's teapot, and poured himself a cup of tea, placing it in front of him.
"Your son is too ordinary, they don't fancy me."
Tang Dad glared furiously, "Is it they who don't fancy you, or you who don't fancy them, you think I don't know?"
"It's them, they don't fancy me." Tang Zelin affirmed seriously.
"Bullshit!"
If Tang Husheng had a gun in his hand right now, he really wanted to riddle his son with bullets.
Ever since he was young, Zelin was sly, stubborn, and deceitful. Didn't he know him?!
He shifted towards his son and asked, "What about Old Zhang's daughter? I have inquired; that girl is a bright student who returned from abroad, with a nice personality too. Didn't you check her out, no good?"
Tang Zelin shook his head, "She's too outstanding; she won't be interested in someone who plays with guns all day."