Zheng He unlocked his phone screen once again and sent a text message to his dear dad: "Dad, you better hurry up, we're about to be done!"
His dear dad immediately made a call back, and as soon as Zheng He picked up, he was bombarded with a wild flurry of accusations:
"Who's this bastard you're calling your dad! Ah… Could it be that you're that slut Chen's bastard child?! Let me tell you, neither you nor that little hussy better dream of setting foot in our house! As long as I am alive, I won't allow you despicable people to covet my demolition compensation!"
After venting, the person on the other end of the call didn't give him a chance to speak and hung up.
The number belonged to his dear dad, but the voice wasn't his dear dad's; however, it was very familiar to him.
He'd grown up listening to her shouting.
Zheng He was on the verge of tears: "..." Mom, I'm your good eldest son, not some bastard.
How did he become a bastard? And who's this little hussy?
