"You unfilial brat, where have you been?!"
The moment Little Chubby stepped into the thousand-square-meter mansion, he heard his father's furious roar.
His father was a coal boss because his grandfather had also been a coal boss.
Whenever Little Chubby saw his father, he marveled at the power of genetics. It could even pass down a profession.
Pointing at Little Chubby, his father roared, "I bought you the latest sneakers, the latest phone, the latest Flying Shuttle, and recreational magical artifacts! But how could you repay me like this?!"
Little Chubby lowered his head and looked at the shoe cabinet beside him. He knew his father was at it again.
Little Chubby's mother was knitting nearby. Looking at him, she said, "Look at you. Hurry up and apologize to your father."
"You don't need to apologize! I only want you to do what a coal boss's son ought to do! Why don't you take these things to school and show them off? Why don't you lend them to your classmates and have them do your homework for you? Even the owner of the convenience store outside your school told me that you never clear out his shelves after school and hand everything out to the other students to build relationships.
Little Chubby, you'll be isolated if you keep this up! You won't have any friends in the future!"
Little Chubby twisted his hands together. Unable to hold back, he said softly, "I have friends too."
"How did you get them? Let me make this clear beforehand: anyone who makes you pay them every month isn't your friend. That's organized crime, and they belong in juvenile detention."
"Well... I let them copy my homework..."
"You let them copy your homework?! That's what poor people do! You're a coal boss's son, and