Lu Xing didn't know what Chen Qingyun had said on the other end of the line, but soon, Chen Rong put away his phone and looked at Chen Enci. "Dad wants to meet you," he said.
Chen Enci bit his lower lip corner slightly, "I'm sorry, I may not have time."
"Chen Enci, why do you have to be like this?" Angered by Chen Enci's cold and distant attitude, Chen Rong finally couldn't help but lose his temper. "He's our father. Without him, there would be no you. What's wrong with bowing your head once in a while?"
"To you, he is a father, to me..." Chen Enci didn't finish his sentence. He turned his head and self-mockingly hooked his lip. "Never mind. I can't make you understand. I simply don't have the time to see him."