"I'm not a child anymore, you don't need to keep reminding me of all this."
Song Zhen heard the care in Lu Xunzhi's words.
It had been many years since any elder had treated him sincerely; his closeness with Gu Xinzhou's family was also because they treated him with genuine care.
Listening to Lu Xunzhi's words, a warm current swept through Song Zhen's heart.
Neither father nor son hung up the phone.
Song Zhen suddenly spoke, "Dad~"
Lu Xunzhi paused for two seconds, then spoke softly, "Hmm? The signal was bad just now!"
So, can you say it again?
Song Zhen, holding his forehead, said, "Goodnight!"
He ended the call.
In the manor, Lu Xunzhi stared at his phone, complaining, "So stingy, just one word and he can't be bothered to repeat it!"
Thinking of how his son cornered him today, insisting that he make a will, Lu Xunzhi could only laugh and cry.
He truly never imagined that on the first day of recognizing his son, he would be pressured into making a will.
