Ten minutes later, Feng Yueshan was still kneeling perfectly straight. He had merely moved to a different spot, in front of the sofa.
Father Feng sat on the sofa and finally finished a cup of tea, still breathing hard.
Although Father Feng had retired behind the scenes and was no longer young, a man who had built Skyreach International single-handedly possessed an exceptionally sharp mind. At this moment, however, he felt as though some screw inside his head had rusted, making his thoughts catch and stall every so often.
Oh, to put it simply, Feng Yueshan had secretly fallen for someone.
Afraid his father might not hear him clearly, Feng Yueshan had volunteered a great many details without even being asked.
"His name is Chen Mu," Father Feng said slowly. "He's currently signed with Xingkai Media, a minor third-tier celebrity?"
"Third-tier isn't exactly minor." Feng Yueshan frowned. "He's a great actor. He'll definitely make the A-list someday."
Father Feng nearly choked on his next breath.
"Have you no shame, throwing yourself at him like you're free for the taking?" Father Feng lowered his voice, a piercing shrewdness showing through his slightly clouded eyes. He rested one hand on the lid of his teacup and stared hard at Feng Yueshan, as though he might slam the cup into him the moment he heard something he disliked.
In the past, Feng Yueshan would have vanished in a flash at the sight of his father like this. Now, however, his back remained straight, without the slightest intention of dodging.
An oppressive silence spread between father and son, another warning from Father Feng.
Fooling around was fine, but bringing it out into the open was simply improper.
"Dad," Feng Yueshan suddenly said. "I know what you're thinking, and I know springing this on you