"Dad, listen to me, I, I..." The more anxious Jing Jing became, the more incoherent he was.
No one knows a son better than his father. Seeing Jing Jing's demeanor, Father Jing knew that Luo Ying was telling the truth.
He quietly gave Jing Jing a warning, "Wait for me, I'll deal with you later."
Turning around, Father Jing softly said into the receiver, "Luo Ying, don't be angry with this brat, I..."
"Beep beep beep beep..."
As the father and son momentarily lost focus, they realized that Luo Ying had hung up the phone long ago.
Jing Jing: "Is this the kind of upbringing for Luo Family's daughters?"
"Shut up." Father Jing's eyes were like icy snow, and his sharp gaze made Jing Jing dare not say more. "Go find Luo Ying and apologize to her immediately."
Having been in business for so long, Father Jing had become an experienced fox and sensed something awry just from Luo Ying's subtle attitude.
