Zhihao fell silent, jaw clenched. He wasn't afraid of his father, he was irritated that he couldn't protect his mother the way he wanted to, and this man was bringing her everywhere, risking her life.
Feihao leaned into the camera, blinking curiously, trying to defuse the tension. "Momma... is the ocean pretty?"
Tang Fei instantly brightened. "Beautiful! The water is so clear, you can see little fish swimming around your feet. I'll send you videos, okay? When we have time, I'll bring you all here."
Tinghao, who had been quiet until now, suddenly spoke up politely. "Momma... what are you eating?"
Before Tang Fei could answer, Huo Ting Cheng pulled the seafood platter into view, lifting a giant crab claw to the camera like a trophy.
"Your momma is eating well," he announced, his voice calm but possessive. "Better than she does at home."
"Dad," Zhihao sighed helplessly, "please let us talk to Momma first... You're becoming a roadblock."
