"Who's going to be president?"
Yu Zeling, who came back just the same, immediately ran a few steps, stood beside Mr. Yu, and looked at his own dad.
"You're going to be the president of the Poetry Club. I'm preparing to retire."
Yu Zeling was completely baffled, how did he end up as president after just taking a stroll? The key point is, he doesn't want to be president at all!
The president is so busy! The vice president actually has time to pursue his own hobbies.
"Dad—I don't have time, I'm not as experienced as you, it's not suitable."
Mr. Yu didn't even look at Yu Zeling, just turned to Nian Shutong and asked, "Boss, is it okay? I'm serious, at my age, with my two useless sons at home still without girlfriends, I fear I won't have any grandchildren in this lifetime."
Saying this, Mr. Yu even wiped his eyes, choking somewhat as he said, "Have pity on me, let me retire here."
