Phone turned off… Ouyang Xiong's eyes were bloodshot with anger. He used all his strength to throw the phone out, and soon, the phone screen shattered into a spider web pattern. He propped his hands on his thighs, panting heavily.
Just then, the phone screen shattered into a spider web, flickered unexpectedly, then buzzed. Enraged, Ouyang Xiong thought his son had come to his senses and walked towards the phone, leaning on his cane.
From the spider web-like phone screen, Ouyang Xiong barely recognized the caller ID. His face darkened upon seeing it; the caller was none other than his elder brother far away on the other side of Hong Kong.
His heart sank, eyes staring deeply at the buzzing phone, knowing that there would be no good news from his brother at such a time. A minute later, the phone returned to silence, and Ouyang Xiong exhaled deeply, stumbling as he sat on the sofa, hand covering his eyes, feeling exhausted.
