In the end, Young Master Zeng chose to let the driver come and pick him up. He seethed as he endured the strange gazes of the bar staff and waited for the chauffeur to pay before exploding at him once he got into the car.

"What the hell is that old fart doing? What did I do? Just wait until I get Grandpa and Grandma to scold the crap out of him. How dare he freeze my card!?”

The driver drove the car silently, ignoring his drunken rambling.

Once he reached home, he kicked off angrily as he shouted, “I’m back–––”

“Since you're back, get up here. I'm in your room.” Another shout came from upstairs.

Young Master Zeng rushed upstairs. He saw his door wide open and rushed in furiously, cursing at his father, "You old fart, why did you freeze my card?! Why don’t I make Grandpa freeze your card too!”

“Little brat, watch your mouth! Do you know how much trouble you have caused me?"

"What trouble? Why don't I know about it?" Young Master Zeng stormed to the bed angrily.

"I thought you have grown more mature lately, so I agreed when your grandfather suggested that I should let you attend...