Qiao Hannan did his own thing quietly.
He liked painting and travelling.
Whenever he could, he'd pack up with a group of hikers and head into the mountains.
Sometimes he'd be out of contact for more than ten days.
This time Qiao Muye came to the Capital, he didn't go out, but he had been cooped up at home painting for several days.
The villa that Qiao Muye decorated for Su Nanxing and the children was a different one.
Qiao Hannan still lived in the old place.
The allowance Qiao Muye gave him had never stopped.
This time, what Qiao Muye really wanted was to discuss with him, to see if he wanted to help at the company.
Qiao Hannan said, "Dad, you know I'm not interested in those things. I'm not particularly ambitious. Having a father like you, willing to support me, can't I be a lifetime freeloader?"
In fact, Qiao Muye had always doted on him.
The grievances of the older generation should really not be blamed on the child.
