After Lu Tianming had finished speaking, the call was abruptly cut off.
Lu Jingchen stared at the disconnected phone in his hand, his face dark and stormy, resembling an Asura who had just emerged from hell. It felt as though if Lu Tianming dared to harm Song Qiao in any way, he wouldn't mind disregarding their father-son relationship.
In fact, Lu Jingchen's feelings towards his father, Lu Tianming, weren't very deep. From the age of two, when he barely understood anything until he was nine, he was raised by foster parents. It was only at the age of ten that Lu Tianming took him back home. Although both Lu Tianming and Xu Qian tried to make up for lost time, considering he was already quite aware by then, he didn't have much affection for the two strangers who suddenly claimed to be his biological parents. His feelings towards them only began to grow gradually afterward.
But then, many things happened that slowly began to erode those feelings.
