Shen Weimin was one hundred percent certain that his old man's last comment was aimed squarely at him. Just look at him. He'd barely put down his bowl before he started patting the bottom of his duffel bag.
'Great. So the secret of my private stash was exposed long ago. Where did the me of my past life get the confidence to cry poor all the time back then?'
"Good. You stayed out of trouble." After hefting his son's duffel bag to check its weight and unzipping it for a quick inspection, Shen Mingquan finally said what he'd been wanting to say all along.
"If you want to bring home a wife, you'd better behave yourself. Don't let your old man—me—catch you with any proof of wrongdoing. Otherwise? Heh heh, you'll be in for a world of hurt, kid."
'You're incredible!' This time, he'd truly hit his son's weak spot. Shen Weimin let out a wry laugh. After shoveling in a couple more bites, he put down his chopsticks and started clearing the table.
