Feng Ju's face appeared particularly gloomy in the shadow of the car.
He lowered his voice, each word squeezed out through clenched teeth:
"Now pretend that the prison is calling for you, then sneak out to see me. Remember, never say it's to see me."
The tires ran over a speed bump, causing the car to jolt suddenly.
Feng Ju's voice grew even more sullen:
"Remember, under no circumstances should you let your sister sense anything unusual, then after you head out, call me."
Feng Mu hung up the phone, turned off the TV, and the room immediately fell silent. His mother, exhausted from cleaning the kitchen, was already asleep.
"Is the old man too immersed in grief, a bit slow in the head? Didn't he hear me call him 'Dad' as soon as the call connected? If Yuhuai had been next to me at the time, he would have been exposed."
But thinking it over, it was understandable.
After all, Yuhuai is the apple of his eye.
