"Something happened to the Song Group? Why didn't you…"
Hearing that there had been something wrong with the Song Group since two weeks ago, Old Master Song immediately became anxious and wanted to rebuke his son.
"Dad, I'm sorry," Song Zhuohai lowered his head at Old Master Song and apologized.
His father's health was getting worse in recent years. How would he dare to tell his father about this and increase his troubles.
He was already the backbone of this family now, so he should take up the responsibility of supporting this family.
"Ah…" Old Master Song sighed heavily and also understood why his son kept it from him.
"Thank you."
Old Master Song raised his dry, old hand and patted his son's shoulder with vicissitudes in his old eyes.
Seeing that his Dad wasn't angry, Song Zhuohai was relieved secretly.
"No worries."
