Yu Zexiao walked up to the coffee table in the living room, picked up his phone, and upon seeing the name on the screen, his already furrowed brow deepened further.
As he hesitated about whether to answer, the call finally disconnected. No sooner had Yu Zexiao taken the phone in his hand than it relentlessly started ringing again.
This time, he picked up the call, but his tone wasn't exactly cordial, "What do you want?"
"What do I want?" On the other end of the line, a middle-aged man's steady voice was slightly suppressed, clearly tinged with a hint of anger, "Zexiao, the bigger you get, the less disciplined you become!"
Yu Zexiao snorted derisively, "I lack discipline? If I lack discipline, it's because you taught me that way!"
