As he was discussing his most recent film investment with President Liu online, his phone abruptly vibrated at his side.
Two characters appeared on the screen: [Sweetheart].
A message rolled in right after.
[Uncle! What are you doing? Have you eaten?]
Lu Ming, gripping his mouse, stiffened dramatically at this.
The word 'Uncle' was the most affectionate term he and Jing Yiren use in their exchanges.
However, ever since last night, this appellation felt like a thorn in his flesh.
Just seeing or hearing it would induce a faint yet prolonged sensation of suffocation.
Subconsciously, Lu Ming gripped the mouse tighter, producing a cracking sound from the plastic mouse.
His gaze was fixed on the phone screen until it turned black, after which Lu Ming seemed to snap out of his trance.
He released the mouse, picked up his phone, unlocked it, entered the messaging app, and briefly replied with a single character: [Hmm].
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