Chapter 252 Two Disappointing Sons

• A refined, middle-aged man opened the door and walked in. Seeing Kennedy sitting in a royal-like chair, he asked brightly, "Dad, it's late. Why aren't you asleep?"
• Kennedy put his cell phone down and glanced at his eldest son.
• Thinking about how he was almost seventy years old but still couldn't rest because of his eldest son before him, that didn't like business but was fascinated instead with calligraphy, Old Mr. Fest's heart was depressed and didn't look too kindly on him.