"Dad."
Before Zhang Zenghua could speak, a man in his fifties smiled and complimented, "Director Zhang, you really have a fine son. Both of my daughters are completely obsessed with him; their rooms are plastered with his posters."
Zhang Zenghua's eyes narrowed into slits of pure joy. To him, praising Zhang Tiancheng made him far happier than any compliment paid to himself.
Chapter 24