The father and son duo didn't stand on ceremony with each other, and Xia Jinyuan had wanted to ask how his old man had been doing lately, as well as the health of the old masters and the Old Madam back at home. Before he could finish his inquiry, Commander Xia had answered all at once.
Holding the telephone handset, Xia Jinyuan's expression grew pensive and cold for a moment. Sometimes it truly wasn't that he didn't want to have a good chat with his old man, it was that his old man really didn't want to have a good chat with him.
The conversation hadn't even started before he found himself at an impasse, unable to continue the chat.
So, he moved on to more serious matters.
Commander Xia didn't realize he had cut the small talk short. Whether things were good at home, whether the elders were fine—if things weren't alright, the son in the military wouldn't be able to rush back anyway, so it was better to just say all was well to prevent him from worrying.
