fu qinyuan set the navigation and left chuanbei. there was a traffic jam in the downtown area, so he called home. jing xingyao was not an outsider, so he turned on the speaker.
he dialed song fengwan's phone, but fu chen picked up.
"she's taking an afternoon break. has she had lunch?"
"yes."
"i didn't expect you to still be alive."
“……”
jing xingyao, who was in the passenger seat, tried hard to hold back his laughter. he had long known that the father and son had always been in love with each other, but he had not expected them to be so straightforward.
"then i'll hang up first." fu qinyuan's fingers gripped the steering wheel tightly. this man was really not his father.
"don't worry, i have something to say." fu chen took his phone and walked out of the bedroom.
"what else is there?"
"take the necessary precautions." fu chen had always been a calm person. even when he said such nonsense, he was serious.
