"Mom, have I disappointed you?"
Upon hearing this, Shen Mingzhu suddenly realized that perhaps her son cared about and was more sensitive to coming in second place than she had thought.
Therefore, she felt she must treat this question with the utmost seriousness and care.
"Before I answer your question, Mom wants to ask you one, too. Your dad makes less money than your Uncle Zhao Yun, and his business is not as booming as your Uncle Zhao's; would you be disappointed in your dad because of this?"
Pei Ziheng shook his head, "No, although he really isn't very useful, a son doesn't despise his father's shortcomings. No matter how useless he is, I would never look down on him."
Pei Yang: ???
Do I not have any face?
Shen Mingzhu felt secretly relieved: thankfully, she hadn't used herself for comparison, or else she would have been the one scorned by her son.