In short, Gin thought, "Jiang Xia Longping" was probably afraid of danger and unwilling to work hard, yet felt it was embarrassing to accomplish nothing, so he bragged a little in front of his son.
If Uzo had been older, he definitely would not have fallen for that nonsense.
So it must have been a long time ago, when he had occasionally boasted a few times. Or perhaps when he was boasting to Malvasia, young Uzo had happened to be nearby... Later, Uzo had forgotten those empty words, but remembered them subconsciously. That was why he now so firmly expected that "Jiang Xia Longping might be some hidden big shot."
Tch. Come to think of it, "being able to make up nonsense" and "being very convincing when speaking"...
Gin could not help glancing at Uzo through the Rearview Mirror, remembering how he would occasionally mutter things like, "Actually, this person died in an accident. It had nothing to do with me."
Gin: "..."
Perhaps Uzo really did have some of Jiang Xia Longping's blood in him. And had put it to proper use... Looking at it that way, that useless man had not been entirely worthless. At least he had left behind an outstanding son.
In the back seat, Jiang Xia, who had listened to a whole pile of chaotic love stories: "..."
Seeing the disappointed expression on his face, Gin inexplicably felt a faint sense of accomplishment—this young contrarian had finally run out of things to say.
He sneered. "What, are you disappointed that you don't have an undercover agent for a father?"
"Yeah..." Jiang Xia sighed. Then, seeing Gin's gaze sharpen, he perfunctorily changed his story. "Not really. I just think this background is too ordinary. There are no twists or contrasts at all—don't major Villains all have