A Waste of Excellent Ingredients
編輯: Atlas Studios
Who the hell wanted his money? Great, they were coming one after another to piss him off. Were they not going to let the matter drop unless he dropped dead from anger?
Jun Shiyan was still waiting for a reply.
Huo Ci rushed back murderously. He looked at the person in the surveillance camera but did not say anything. He simply hung up immediately and the screen went black.
Xiaoqi frowned. "Grandpa, what about my dad? Aren't you letting him come up?"
Huo Ci pointed at him, wanting to yell at him but he stabilized his emotions. He was afraid of scaring the brat. If the latter ran away too, he would really be the only one left. He tried his best to calm down. "Xiaoqi, he's not your father. Your mommy isn't married to him yet. If you call him dad now, you'll be mocked by others. Don't call him that anymore, understand?"
F*ck!
Who the hell was his dad?
He had already said not to call him that multiple times, but he just wouldn't listen.