On one hand, he was proud of his father's extraordinariness, on the other, he couldn't help but feel some anger towards Huangfu Jue.
For as long as he could remember, Gan Yuan had always told him that his father was dead, and now, the "deceased" father suddenly appeared; of course, the little guy couldn't easily accept this.
"Xiaotang," Huangfu Jue heard the unspoken words in his voice, "I know you must be very angry right now, I understand how you feel, and you have the right to be upset. I'm sorry."
On the other end of the phone, there was silence for a while before the little guy finally spoke softly.
"I won't forgive you just like that."
"I understand." He wasn't angry, and his tone remained as gentle as before, "Also, I want to tell you that having a son like you makes me very proud."
On the other end of the line, Gan Tang's face didn't show much emotion, but a bright light flashed through his eyes.
"I'm going to hang up now."
