Zhao Guihua was fussing over him with concern, but Zhou Wang secretly thought, Do I not know you, Mom?
When the fun actually starts, will you even remember you have a son?
Zhou Wang's dad, Zhou Dajun, just smiled without saying a word. From the beginning, he looked at his son with great satisfaction.
He had been enjoying life so much lately, both at work and at home, it was like he wouldn't trade it for the life of a chairman...
And Zhao Guihua no longer cared about his mahjong games, even allowing old Zhou to play for stakes of ten or twenty bucks now...
Of course, Jing City's mahjong was a bit different from the more popular Sichuan style, even with a base of ten bucks, if you didn't play with the yao-ji rule, wins and losses would only be a few hundred bucks.
"Dad, I'll leave everything else to you. If you need anything, just talk to the guide, don't be shy!"
Zhou Wang said to his dad.
