At noon, Fu Chenxuan remembered what his father looked like when he came out of the study in the morning and, after some thought, gave him a call.
"Daddy."
Fu Hengyi sounded indifferent, "Is there something?"
"Daddy, what did you do to make Mom angry?" Fu Chenxuan was very curious. Throughout his life, his mother had hardly ever been angry, let alone at his dad. This time she even kicked him out to sleep in the study, Fu Chenxuan felt he, as a son, must really care about his parents.
It was better not to mention it, but as soon as it was brought up, Fu Hengyi couldn't help but scowl. The culprit dared to ask him about it, he snorted coldly and said nothing.
Even through the phone, Fu Chenxuan could feel the intense chill from his dad and ventured tentatively, "Daddy, do you have someone else outside?" After he spoke, he wanted to slap himself. How could such a thoughtless comment come from him?
