A Call from the Prison

Xiao Li said, "It's a little urgent. It's about the company."

Zhuang Qilin was a sensible child. When he heard that it was a company matter, he could not throw a tantrum anymore.

"Okay then."

The father and son watched as Xiao Li got into his car and left. When the back of the car was out of sight, Zhuang Long lowered his head and looked at Zhuang Qilin. The father and son's eyes were a little melancholic.

"Boring."

Zhuang Qilin pursed his lips and walked towards the subway.

Zhuang Long followed closely behind him. He stared at his son's lonely back and felt terrible.

After entering the subway station and buying a ticket, Zhuang Qilin tied the keychain to his school bag. He played with the keychain and did not speak to Zhuang Long. After a while, Zhuang Long gently pulled his sleeve and said, "The car is here."

Zhuang Qilin followed his father into the subway car with an awkward expression.