Inside the lavishly decorated, imposing office.
"What!" Sun Hongjun slapped the desk and shot to his feet.
Young Master Xie stood off to the side with his head lowered, like a child who had done something wrong.
"You've got some nerve, don't you? You actually dared to spout nonsense in front of President Zhang?" Sun Hongjun pointed at his son. "Do you know what kind of person President Zhang is? Even I have to be polite in front of him."
"I didn't know..." Young Master Xie was terrified.
He had never seen his father this agitated before. Normally, his father had always spoiled him.
"Even if you didn't know, someone who can pay cash for a house worth over a hundred million—how dare you provoke him?" Sun Hongjun snapped. "Do you have no brains? Looks like I really spoiled you rotten!"
The office fell deathly silent.
There were no outsiders.
Only Sun Hongjun and his son, Young Master Xie.
"Th-then what do we do?" Young Master Xie asked shakily.
"Nothing. President Zhang never intended to hold it against you in the first place." Sun Hongjun glanced at his once-beloved son. "But when I meet him again, do you think President Zhang will have second thoughts about me?"
"I was wrong, Dad." Young Master Xie lowered his head.
"Stand there properly and don't say a word." Sun Hongjun's tone was stern. He took out his phone, shooting Young Master Xie another look as he dialed.
Before long, the call connected.
"President Zhang, ah, I'm truly sorry... The child was being foolish and caused you trouble."
"I'll have him apologize to you in person."
"Of course, of course. He has to bear the consequences of what he did himself. Please don't refuse!"
Holding his phone, Sun Hongjun smiled and repeatedly exchanged pleasantries