"Father..."
Upon hearing this voice, Chen Tang's body trembled, a fierce expression suddenly appeared on his face, and he murmured as if in a dream. His eyes gradually became distant, as if under some sort of spell, even losing their focus.
In fact, only he could hear this voice. Even those standing very close to him, separated by only a wall, and Xiang Jianren, along with the male prisoners of the seventy-ninth zone, didn't hear anything, despite the small hole in the wall.
"Chen, stop, damn it, stop right there..."
"Don't you want to save your father? You unfilial son, he is your biological father..."
"Bastard, if I were Old Chen Yao, I should have shot you against the wall back then..."
"Come back, you unfilial son, come back to your father..."
Within the seventy-ninth zone, Xiang Jianren's face was ferocious as he jumped and roared, cursing with all kinds of filthy language.
