Yixing was woken up by a phone call. So he, half-dead, was gabbling around for the phone, just to accidentally throw it down from the bed. He grunted and lazily reached down for it. His body was half hanging out of the bed, but he stayed like that and answered the phone.
"Hmm, Li here," he grunted because he didn't look who it was. And if it was some spam call, he would definitely strike back that they had woken up. But to his bad luck, it wasn't.
"Is this how you greet your father?" An annoying voice appeared on the other side of the phone. It made Yixing look at the screen and roll his eyes because it was really his father.
"Yes, you are calling, so what do you need again?" He wasn't exactly a pleasant person right after waking up and it took him a really long time to wake up.
"You disrespectful brat! I'm your father, speak to me like that." His father sounded a lot louder, meaning he was getting mad.
