He felt a bit flustered in his heart, and the seriousness he had in reviewing documents completely faded after receiving this call. When he received his father's call, his emotions were indescribably complex, with both agitation and bitterness. Yet, he still pressed the answer button, although he already anticipated what his father would discuss, he couldn't control his own heart.
He comforted himself, perhaps this call was truly out of concern for him after all, since he had been hoping for such a call for a very, very long time.
On the surface, he seemed indifferent to his father, but deep down, he yearned for fatherly love. From the age of eighteen, he had permanently lost his mother's affection, and as far back as he could remember, his father never hugged him, never smiled at him, and never gave him any fatherly love. Because he was the child of a woman his father did not love.
