The sound of his son's miserable sobs coming through the phone startled Yue the Seventh. His expression instantly darkened as he anxiously asked:
"How bad is it? Where are you hurt? Who hit you? Put them on the phone! I want to talk to them!"
'My precious son... I can't even bring myself to scold him, and today someone actually beat him up? This is outrageous!'
Hearing his father's voice, Yue Jin, still lying on the ground, immediately felt his confidence surge. Hissing from the pain, he shouted arrogantly at the young man watching him with cold indifference, "Hey! It's my dad. You dare take this call?!"
Fang Chenyi looked at the young man, who was clearly acting like a child, and shook his head with a disdainful, wry smile. 'Getting into an argument with a little brat who has to call daddy for help is really beneath me,' he thought.
He took a step forward, grabbed the phone, and said in a cold voice, "Speak."
