Emperor Wang lowered his head, his expression somewhat gloomy, but when he looked up to speak to Song Yun, his face was again filled with a fawning smile, "Brother Song, these... these things are all external to me now. I am over fifty years old, and if I keep muddling through, when will it ever end? This society belongs to you young people. Brother Song, I'm not confused. I am truly willing to use this leverage to get my son the opportunity to stay by your side."
"Dad..."
Seeing Emperor Wang lower himself so much, while Song Yun remained overbearing, the Prince couldn't stand it, tugged at Emperor Wang's hand, and was about to say something, but Emperor Wang sternly rebuked, "Don't speak."
"Uh..."
Emperor Wang was startled by the sudden call from the Prince, and then said, "Dad, let's not beg them anymore, let's just go back. After all, I'm not cut out for this, I might as well idly enjoy my life as the second generation of a wealthy family."
"Fool!"
