Su Wenmao was so frustrated from being yelled at all day that he decided to lash out. "How am I not doing my job well? It's clear they're targeting me. If you don't like it, too bad, I might as well quit. Not even grandpa would bother with that lousy team; getting despised all day long while acting like a grandson - whoever likes it can take my place."
"Not going to work? If you don't go to work, what are you going to do? Do you think your dad can still provide for two freeloaders?"
Su Dazhuang looked at his son, who's about the same age as Su Wensong and still behaving like a petulant child. Thinking about the current situation with Su Wensong, Su Dazhuang felt even more disappointed.
