His eyes were red and filled with sadness, like tangled skeins of thread, so dense that they wouldn't unravel.
Before Chi Yan could speak, he heard his phone ringing in his pocket.
He reached into his pocket, took out his phone, and saw the name flashing on the screen again and again…
"Ayan, answer the call!" Du Xiang urged him.
Chi Yan took a deep breath, answered the phone, and headed towards the classroom door as he spoke.
"Hello, Sister Tong..."
Luo Tong was driving and parked at the school gate. She held the steering wheel with one hand and watched the rain veil slightly obscure her vision on the car glass, holding the phone with the other to talk to Chi Yan: "Ayan, let's have dinner at the villa tonight. Your father spent money hiring a Michelin chef just to have a family dinner for you."
"I'm not going back. I don't have him as a father anymore." Chi Yan said stubbornly.
