C62 A Wistful Plea

"If I told you to call me that, just call me that. Where did all this nonsense come from?" Wan Zhiyong's eyes turned cold, and he frowned. Indeed, he had the air of a leader.

"No," Wan Hongda said. "What can you do to me if I don't?"

"Then you can forget about your pocket money from now on." There were plenty of ways for him to treat his son, and Wan Zhiyong's move was ruthless enough