Zhan Chengfeng thought he wouldn't be recognized, but in the next second, his wishful thinking was shattered.
"Chengfeng."
Zhan Juncheng's deep and resonant voice echoed in the room, stirring up a whirlpool in Zhan Chengfeng's heart.
The hand holding the gun started to tremble again, his facial features were tense and tight, even his lips were trembling.
It turned out he had been exposed long ago, his father had known he was back all along, which is why at over seventy years old, his father didn't hesitate to wear his military uniform again to come here and confront his own flesh and blood.
Facing such a cold-blooded father, he should have immediately pulled the trigger and killed him, but upon hearing his father call his name, he only wanted to cry.
This voice from the deepest memory, he had never forgotten.
