[Don't worry, old man, I've already guessed as much. The problem isn't big.]
Sitting on the bed, Chen Tian heaved a sigh of relief as he looked at the message that Gu Yu had replied to via the instant messaging app.
He gazed at the firmly locked door, a trace of sorrow showing in his eyes.
He had never imagined that he would be put under house arrest by his own son; it was something he had not foreseen.
"Qiao, oh Qiao, you've truly disappointed me."
Chen Tian slumped against the headboard, his face etched with worry, seeming to age more than a decade in a blink.
After resting against the headboard for a while to calm his emotions, he picked up his phone again, hesitated for a moment, and dialed a number.
The phone rang for less than three seconds before being answered.
"Hello, Chairman? Why have you suddenly decided to call me?"
A middle-aged man's voice came through from the other end.
Chen Tian swallowed hard, then said in a weary voice, "Old Dong, I've let you all down."