Liu Tongjia's number was saved in Huo Jinyao's phone, named as "Mother". Seeing that word, Su Qingsang suddenly felt sad again.
The call was answered. She heard Liu Tongjia's cold voice from the other side of the phone.
"What?"
Su Qingsang closed her eyes. She didn't understand. What kind of mother would talk to her son like they weren't related?
"Jinyao is sick. He's calling you. Can you please come here and see him?"
Liu Tongjia stayed silent. Su Qingsang thought that she hadn't heard her clearly, so she repeated her words.
"Is he dying?" Liu Tongjia sounded very cold. "Is he dying of illness?"
"You…"
"If he is dying, I'll come, but if he's not dying, I don't think it will be necessary for me to come all the way."
"Aunt, you're really taking this too far. He's your son."
"I know that he's my son. But sometimes I wish that he's not."
