"What do you mean?" Mrs. Huo's face changed dramatically. Was he trying to sever their mother-son relationship?
Could he really say something like that?
"What are you doing?" A commanding voice came from the door.
Father Huo strode in from outside. Thanks to years of military service, his steps were firm and straight, and he exuded an air of righteousness.
He seemed invincible.
Confronted with his father, whom he had respected since childhood, the fierceness on Jun Mochan's face lessened considerably, though his expression was still grim: "What are we doing? Just ask your good wife what she's done."
Father Huo glanced at Mrs. Huo: "Did you do something he doesn't like again?"
"Am I not doing this for his own good? He's straying further away and I just wanted to pull him back."
Jun Mochan snorted derisively. It was enough to use the name of love to restrain him.
"Butler? Why hasn't he come down yet?" Jun Mochan didn't want to argue with Mrs. Huo anymore.