Hold On! This is Your Own Son

When Dad Huo received a call from Chen Jiantao, he had only been lying down for less than two hours.

Due to severe sleep deprivation, his phone rang several times before it finally woke him up.

With faint dark circles under his eyes and a few bloodshot veins, he looked as if his eyes were on the verge of shooting flames. His hair was disheveled, and a few stubborn strands were sticking up.

He opened his mouth, his voice hoarse and chilling to the bone, "Chen Jiantao, you better have a good reason, otherwise..."

On the other end of the line, Chen Jiantao, rubbing his eyes, asked the visibly irritable Huo Chenling, "Chenyun, is your son at home?"

Huo Chenling responded without hesitation, "He's at home!"

Before Chen Jiantao could say anything, Huo Chenling hung up the phone with a dark expression. He then threw his phone directly onto the sofa several meters away from the bed, clearly unwilling to be disturbed by any more calls.