A day later, at the Residential Complex, Chen Yan's parents' home.
Chen Yan's parents sat on the sofa while the billionaire Chen Yan obediently sat on a small stool, looking up at his own parents.
The expressions on Chen Yan's parents' faces were both serious and complex.
They just stared at their son, silent for a long time.
After a moment, the two exchanged glances. Seeing that Mrs. Chen did not want to speak first, Mr. Chen sighed softly and then addressed Chen Yan,
"Son, you're already an adult, and you've achieved far more than your mother and I could have. You certainly have your own sense of right and wrong."
"So, the reason we called you here isn't to tell you anything else."
"We just want to ask you one question, have you… really made up your mind?"
"Are you really ready to shoulder the responsibility of being a man?"
Hearing his parents' words, Chen Yan understood what they meant.
