Hello Mr. King

Naturally, Yun Xiangxiang was oblivious to the thoughts of Song Mian and his servant.

 She was now at the live stage of the concert; observing Xue Yu who was onstage. His voice was very distinct.

 His voice could be as gentle as water, as ancient as time, and even as energetic as the spirit of youth.

 War drums shook, rainbows pierce the sun, the bones pile up

 The world crushed, a storm is coming, messing everything up

 Tears shed, down the woman’s rouge

 In the desert the man alone stood up, enduring years of the wintry gale

 Most of the audience gave a fierce standing ovation after the song ended. The thunderous applause flooded the whole concert venue.

 Those who could only watch the live stream because they couldn’t get the tickets also howled.

 [Ah…! My goddess’s singing is making me fired up]

 [I’ll run twenty laps around the field to calm down]

 [Why am I crying just listening to this?]

 [I recorded it. Time to set it as various ringtones.]

 At this moment in the Song Family’s residence, Song An handed a handkerchief to the master.

 Master Song took it to wipe his tears, “How much hardship do you think that this young lady had to endure to be able to sing so woefully?”

 Song An couldn’t take it from there. He investigated Yun Xiangxiang thoroughly. Even though she wasn’t exactly a daughter of a rich man, her family was simple and happy. Her parents were liberal and loving. It also baffled him as to how she could sing with such emotion.

 The master also knew about Yun Xiangxiang’s life; he still couldn’t help but shed tears.

 Song An couldn’t help but sigh. Sure enough, you couldn’t touch someone’s loved one. All it took was a bit of discrepancy, and they would spoil them like nobody’s business.

 “Ouch, my chest hurts,” Master Song leaned back and thumped his chest with his fist.

 The edge of Song An’s lips twitched. He still took his phone out to call Song Mian. The phone was handed over to the master after Song Mian accepted the call.

 “Father?” Song Mian’s voice rang out.

 “My chest hurts,” Master Song spoke forthrightly.

 Song Mian: …

 How could he not know about his father’s body? He was so healthy, he needed to detoxify through bloodletting therapy. All these years of growing up, he had never seen his father falling sick. Now his chest hurt out of the blue. Something fishy must be going on behind this unusual situation.

 The Song Family had a lot of doctors. If it was a true emergency, he wouldn’t even have the leeway to call him. He sounded like he was making a fuss out of nothing.

 “You unfilial son. My chest hurts, you hear me?” Master Song said angrily when he didn’t hear any reply from his son for a while.

 “So? Then?” Song Mian’s tone was calm.

 The master was so furious, he jumped up from his seat and paced the house, “I knew that having a son is useless. You aren’t considerate at all. If I had a daughter, she would have worried about me!”

 Song Mian unexpectedly answered, “I don’t mind having a younger sister, father. It’s still not too late now.”

 “You little…” Master Song was so incensed, his face turned blue. He threw the phone across the room.

 Song An reacted swiftly. He pounced and caught the phone in his hand, then took it to a corner and said to Song Mian, “Young master, the master watched Miss Yun’s concert just now. He’s wondering when you would invite her to our home again.”

 “I have a few more patients left here…”

 “Nobody wants you back here!” Master Song snatched the phone and cut him off indignantly. “You don’t need to come back. Just make a call and say you’re not at home all year long. Just have the young lady visit me for yo…beep beep beep”

 The line became busy when Master Song didn’t even finish what he had to say.

 Master Song widened his eyes. He grumbled at Song An, “Look at this! Look at this! What’s the point of raising a brat?”

 Song An recalled his son that followed the young master since he was little. The son that talked about providing for him even in his sleep after the young master took over. He nodded in understanding.

 Sons are the most despised creatures on earth.

 “Master, do you need me to call Miss Yun? Song An enquired.

 Master Song’s expression returned to normal. He waved his hand, “Don’t scare the young lady. I don’t want that brat to lose his wife. He would have an excuse to blame it on me.”

 True, he wanted to meet that adorable young lady, but he wouldn’t bypass his son. Even though that brat was unfilial, he was still a competent father.