"Sure." Although it was late and he was worried about Huo Mian, his father rarely asked to speak with him. He also wanted to take the opportunity to make things clear to his parents, so they would get off his back.
Then, the father and son left the manor and went into the pavilion beside a fishpond; Qin Chu's father loved the design; the rocks and wood were all transported from Wu Mountain and were extremely pricey. Even the coffee table in the pavilion was made from pear tree wood shipped from Hainan.
Qin Chu sat down from across his father. He took out his phone and sent Huo Mian a WeChat message.
"I'll be back in a while, go to sleep first."
"Okay," Huo Mian replied almost instantly.
"Chu, how's the company doing recently?" Huo Yumin had given up all his executive powers, so he wasn't always aware of what was happening.
"Same old."
"You've been back for a while, have you adjusted?"
"It's been good."
