After he was listening to his son, Xin Zimen frowned, "Who texted you?" Then he ran his eyes around the room doubtfully, "That person has to be here."
As his suspicious eyes settled on Darren, the latter raised his hands in defense, "Uncle Zi, my phone is even in the room. How can I text him? I just came out to eat in a different atmosphere!"
Xin Zimen moved his eyes at looked at Ah-Si, "Dad, don't look at me! I was too busy enjoying the show. I had no other thought at that time than to engrave that memory into my mind!" Xin Zimen narrowed his eyes at him but didn't say anything.
Then he glared at Su Xixi who raised her brow calmly, "Just like Si, I was also getting my long due dose of entertainment. Rather than texting, I'd have taken the time to record that moment instead, it's a pity that my phone's battery died."
