After Zhang Han got out of the car, he said, "Come to my study in a bit."
Zhang Zejun knew for sure that his dad must have noticed something.
This worried him a bit, wondering whether to say it or not.
By the time he reached the study door, he still hadn't made a decision.
Looking at his son standing in front of him, Zhang Han couldn't help but sigh, "You're already in your twenties, you've studied abroad alone, you should have your own ideas."
"Why are you so hesitant?" Zhang Han paused, "Is it because you think about your aunt, who, at her age, is so brave."
Zhang Zejun was actually worried about one thing: if he brought it up, would Zhang Han strongly oppose it? Hearing him say this, he hesitated a bit.
"If you want to go out there and forge your own path, then go for it, but I have to say, you need to improve your skills as well."
"I don't need to say much about your aunt's capabilities."
"In any case, remember to think things over before doing anything."
