Wen Qinxi's hand reached out from under the quilt and lazily felt around for the cellphone. Once he caught it his hand vanished under the quilt with the bright light from the screen illuminating his soft features.
They were more than a dozen missed calls since the previous night till today and most of them were from unknown numbers. He didn't look through anything, he just muted the ringtone but when he swiped down he saw a message notification.
From a glimpse, he caught the words son and sorry and you are still my own flesh and blood. He raised a brow before placing the cellphone back on the pedestal. He then searched around for his cellphone which had fallen under the bed when they ruined the sheets.
