Deep Father-Son Affection

What the hell was this?!

Ji Jue felt completely awful.

He had finally shown his face in New Spring, and before any work had even been assigned, he had barely stepped into the cafeteria when a disheveled, stubble-faced man pounced on him.

Clinging to his leg, the man cried and wailed.

He had nearly startled Ji Jue into unleashing Scene Tremor!

Only after seeing clearly that it was Minkler did he barely manage to stop himself.

Amid countless astonished stares, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Can't kill him, can't kill him. He's the client, he's the client... And a fat sheep-tier client who paid up without a fuss!

After much coaxing and persuasion, Ji Jue finally kicked him away and got into the office. Then, seeing that the guy was about to pounce again, Ji Jue hurriedly raised a hand to hold him back.

"Good boy, don't be afraid. Your father is here!"

He forced out a kindly smile. "What happened?"

Minkler's eyes immediately filled with tears, grief tearing through him. "My dad died."

You motherfucker...

Ji Jue's fists clenched.

Were you here to pick a fight?!

Fortunately, Minkler's grief was impossible to fake, and everything he said was true.

His father, Old Minkler, really had died.

A stroke.

At his age, upon hearing the good news, he had been overcome with delight. He drank a little, took some pills, and despite being so old, still wanted to indulge in youthful revelry—then died in bed...

What could one even say about that kind of death? It was truly beyond words.

The official story was that he had labored day and night for the nation, exhausting himself... Fine, let him be remembered as a man who died for his country and its people.

Anyway, the old thing