280 Nice Crunch

At noon, Fangzheng sat in front of the meal table once again. He glanced at his cell phone and saw about five missed calls. They were the unknown number from the child. Fangzheng shook his head and ignored it. It was a wrong number anyway.

At night, the cell phone rang again just as Fangzheng was about to sleep.

Fangzheng got up and indeed, it was the child. He helplessly picked up the call.

As expected, the other party shouted in excitement before he could even speak, "Hello? Is that daddy?"

Fangzheng sighed bitterly. Just as he was about to deny it, he held back. After some thought, he finally decided against lying to the child. The child had a cell phone which clearly meant that an adult was taking care of him. It was not right for him to impersonate his father. "Amitabha. Young Patron, This Penniless Monk is not your father. You dialed the wrong number."

"Is that so… Sorry," the child's depressed voice sounded once again before he hung up.