Just met you: This guy is a bit warm

But for the sake of face, Su Dayong did not hesitate at all. He quickly took out his mobile phone from his pocket, skillfully operated the transfer interface, and then transferred the money to his son Su Jiawang's account.

Accompanied by the crisp notification sound, Su Jiawang picked up the phone excitedly and couldn't wait to open the screen to check.

When he saw the reminder message, his eyes suddenly lit up.

The amount shown in the text message was actually much more than what he had originally asked his father for! Su Jiawang was pleasantly surprised and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

"Dad, thank you. You are so generous!" Su Jiawang's voice was full of joy and satisfaction.

However, Su Dayong glared at his son sternly and said in a slightly reproachful tone, "Alright, stop pretending to be poor out there. What kind of look would that make? If that gets out, it would be a disgrace to me!"

Facing his father's reproach, Su Jiawang was not annoyed. He kept his eyes on the phone and watched it happily.

After a while, Wang Xiazhi prepared dinner, brought it to the table one by one, and filled up her and her son's meals.

"Son, aren't you hungry? Come and eat. Mom has prepared dinner." Wang Xiazhi came to the living room and said with a smile. As she spoke, she wiped the water stains on her hands on her apron.

Su Jiawang, who got the money, was in a particularly good mood at the moment.

"Dad, it's time for dinner." He bent down, took his father's arm, and helped him up. The two of them walked slowly towards the restaurant.

Glancing at the two bowls of rice on the table, Su Jiawang and Su Dayong thought they were theirs.

After his father sat down, Su Jiawang sat down.

He placed one bowl of rice in front of his father, then bent over and brought the other bowl farther in front of himself.

Neither of them waited for Wang Xiazhi and started eating directly.

While eating, Su Mingxuan did not forget to praise his mother's cooking skills, "Well, my mom made a good braised chicken, Dad, you should eat more." As he said that, he picked up a piece of chicken with chopsticks and put it into Su Dayong's bowl.

Su Dayong accepted his son's kindness without hesitation, with a relieved smile on his face.

Such a loving father and filial son, and such a happy scene together, is very rare.

Wang Xiazhi first went to the kitchen to take off her apron and hang it up, and then walked slowly to the dining room.

However, when she saw the scene on the dining table, she was stunned - the meal originally prepared for herself and her son was now disappearing rapidly in Su Dayong's mouth.

She widened her eyes, looking at the selfish man in front of her in disbelief, who took everything for granted, and the anger in her heart instantly ignited.

"Su Dayong!" Wang Xiazhi gritted his teeth and spat out a few words heavily.

Before Su Dayong could react, his son Su Jiawang became unhappy.

He frowned and looked at his mother with dissatisfaction: "Mom, why are you so loud? You scared me." As he said that, he rubbed his ears with his hands, indicating that he was very uncomfortable.

"Son, I'm sorry." Wang Xiazhi immediately changed her expression and apologized to her son.

"Also, Mom, didn't I just tell you to be nicer to Dad?"

"Look at your attitude. No wonder Dad beat you up in the face." Su Jiawang couldn't help but say what was in his mind.

Upon hearing this, Wang Xiazhi seemed to be frozen in place, his eyes filled with shock.

Her son is becoming more and more siding with his father, and the words he says are becoming more and more excessive.

But when she thought of her son's frequent words that he didn't want her as a mother, Wang Xiazhi paused, said nothing, and went to the kitchen to get another bowl of rice.

The other two people at the table didn't even look at Wang Xiazhi. The father and son had a very good relationship and were talking and laughing.

After the father and son finished eating, they wiped their mouths. Their movements were like copy and paste, even their expressions were very similar. They threw the stained paper towel on the table and left the restaurant.

Wang Xiazhi had no appetite. When she started to eat at the table, the delicious food was almost eaten up. The chicken nuggets she had cooked with great effort were only left with a few chicken necks and chicken wing tips, which had little meat, mixed with a little soy sauce and placed on the plate.

However, there were still quite a few bland vegetables left.

He took a couple of bites and then stood up to clean up the mess.

In the living room, Su Jiawang was watching TV with his father.

Suddenly, the phone rang.

Su Jiawang took out his cell phone and saw that it was his good friend calling.

"Su Jiawang, did you get the money? It's already late, why haven't you come out yet? Come on, I'll wait for you at the bar."

Su Jiawang answered the question irrelevantly: "Is it urgent? Well, I'll come over now." His tone sounded very anxious.

After hanging up the phone, Su Jiawang looked at his father and said, "Dad, I have something urgent to do, so I'm leaving first. I won't be back tonight. I'm going back to school."

"Well, go ahead and call me if you encounter any problems you can't solve."

Then Su Jiawang left home.

After a while, when Wang Xiazhi finished cleaning up the kitchen and came out, there was no sign of her son.

She glanced lazily at Su Dayong, then walked towards the bedroom, shouting as she walked: "Son, eat some fruit. Mom cut some apples for you that you like."

"Son?" Wang Xiazhi saw no response and thought her son didn't hear her, so she raised her voice and shouted again.

Still no one answered, so Wang Xiazhi went directly to her son's bedroom to look for someone.

When I opened the door, it was pitch black inside. It was obvious that no one was in the bedroom.

Wang Xiazhi went to the bathroom again. The door was open and there was obviously no one there.

"Hey, where did everyone go?" he muttered to himself.

Su Dayong watched Wang Xiazhi looking for her son around the house with a teasing smile on his face.

Wang Xiazhi searched the house and found that her son was not at home. He must have gone out.

I glanced out the floor-to-ceiling window and saw that it was already dark.

Wang Xiazhi took out her cell phone worriedly and prepared to call her son.

The phone rang for a long time before being answered.

"Hey, what's up, Mom?"

"Son, you went out? It's so late, is there something urgent?" Wang Xiazhi was worried about her son.

"Oh, my classmates asked me about some schoolwork, so I won't be back tonight."

"Su Jiawang, come quickly." A strange male voice, very young, was faintly heard from the phone. Wang Xiazhi thought it must be her son's classmates urging her son, so she said, "I know," and hung up the phone in a hurry, fearing that it would delay her son's studies.

After Su Jiawang hung up the phone, his friend came over, put his arm around his neck and led him to a roadside bar: "Hurry up, I heard there are new people coming today, and if you go too late there won't be a good table."

When Su Jiawang heard this, his eyes immediately widened and he said excitedly, "Really? Then let's go!" As he spoke, he quickened his pace, eager to see the newcomers.

The lights in the bar were dim, the music was blaring, and people were dancing to their heart's content on the dance floor.