Ruan Tianling had already gotten out of the car, and with a cold expression, he walked towards them, standing tall and imposing before Ansel.
He looked down, while Ansel looked up, their gazes locked in a stare-off.
Before meeting, both father and son had been somewhat looking forward to seeing each other.
But for some reason, once they actually met, something about their auras just didn't mesh...
Seeing them standing stiffly, Jian Yufei discreetly nudged Ruan Tianling, signaling him to speak first.
Ruan Tianling glared at her, then coldly turned his gaze to the little brat who was not even as tall as his thigh.
"I'm your old man!" These were his opening words, and the second time he had said something like this to him.
Last time, Ansel would retort with 'I'm your old man', but he definitely wouldn't dare to this time.
Still, isn't his opening line a bit too brusque?
Jian Yufei poked his waist, "Would it kill you to speak a bit more gently?"
