After the Secretary left, giarson took out his phone and called his son, who was far away in United Kingdom
"Are you asleep?" He asked.
"No, I didn 't," His son replied.
Then, he didn't speak. The person on the phone didn't speak.
Giarson's anger rose."You stinky brat, your father called you so late at night. Don't you know how to show some concern?"
"Dad! How are you?" His son asked.
The more he heard, the angrier giarson became."You'll make me mad sooner or later."
His son stopped talking again.
"After you finish your studies, come back and take over my work," said jorson, calming down."I'm old, and now it's the world of you young people."
"Don't you hate it when people call you old?" His son said impolitely.
Jorson was speechless.
She wanted to stuff her son back and give birth to him all over again. It would be best if he was replaced with a caring little cotton-padded jacket.
