It was already past ten o'clock in the evening when Huo Zhenyu brought Calebngyun there. After entering the room, he saw Calebnghai talking to Old Man Huo. His brows couldn't help but frown, "Qinghai? It's so late, why are you still here?" He had originally planned to talk to the old man about this in private, but now that Calebnghai was here, this matter could not be kept private.
Calebnghai is now regarded as the living dead of the Huo family. Although he is not very old, he is like a zombie all day long. He goes to work, goes home to pick up his children, and visits his mother and old man Huo on weekends. This is his whole life.
He lives outside, and his mother doesn't live in Huo Zhenyu's house, so he rarely sees Huo Zhenyu on weekdays. Of course, even if they do see each other, it's just like today, they just don't like each other.
He stood up and called Dad in a formal manner. Before he could reply, Mr. Huo said, "You started yelling as soon as you came in. Who were you yelling at? I asked him to accompany me. What? You won't allow your son to come over if you don't come to accompany me?"
Mr. Huo is the ancestor, how could Huo Zhenyu dare to do that? He immediately slowed down his voice and called Dad, "How could it be? Today is not the weekend, I am quite surprised, doesn't Qinghai need to pick up the child?"
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