The phone rang.
Yue Liyue suddenly noticed a hint of panic in his dad's eyes.
He froze for a second, and immediately a thought popped into his head:
"Dad, is that big-shot patron who pays fifty grand a month just to play games with me actually you?"
Zhong Huairen set down his chopsticks.
His expression was a little embarrassed:
"Your mom and I were worried you weren't having a good time in Beijing. You didn't want us to give you money, so we came up with this idea."
Yue Liyue opened his mouth.
No wonder that big-shot patron never wanted to voice chat.
No wonder that guy kept telling him to go to bed early.
No wonder every gaming session ended so quickly.
No wonder…
He always thought his top-tier skills and flashy moves won over this patron, but turns out it was just his old man in disguise.
He wasn't sure if he should feel touched or kinda bummed.
He originally wanted to make it on his own to show his parents.
