The man seemed dead set on snatching his mommy from his side.
If he lost his mommy, then he would have nothing left. No! He would not allow that to happen!
D*mn!
With furrowed brows and clenched fists, he rigidly looked into the distance. His shadow contained an indescribable sense of loneliness.
He could not lose his mother…
The call was cut off.
Mu Yazhe raised a brow and erased the call log before dumping the phone on the sofa.
This animosity was a secret between father and son.
He would not let Yun Shishi know of their conversation.
Similarly, that smart kid would hide this from his mother and would pretend to be an innocent and obedient child before her.
When he returned, the woman in the bed was still sound asleep. Deep in her dream, she did not discover the hostile confrontation between the father and son moments ago.
