'Snap—'
The cell phone in his hand was thrown directly onto the desk in front of him by Long Yuda, who also felt an uncontrollable restlessness in his heart. He took a deep breath and barely managed to suppress many negative emotions inside. He looked up at Long Ziheng sitting on the sofa.
Long Ziheng remained silent; there was almost nothing to say between him and Long Yuda.
"Don't you have anything to say?"
Long Yuda's voice carried over.
It was only then that Long Ziheng slightly lifted his eyelids and looked at him, his expression indifferent, showing no emotion.
"What do you want me to say?"
Long Ziheng's voice came through, calm and unstartled, laced with a hint of weariness.
"You…"
Long Yuda felt he could almost be driven to death by his son's attitude!
