Xiong Yitou hurried back to the estate. The moment he rushed into the Xiong Residence, he dashed toward his father’s study. Before he even reached the door, he was already panting and shouting, "Father! Father!"
Xiong Gongdao sat upright in a chair within the study. In his left hand, he held a teacup, and with his right, he lifted the lid. His lips moved rhythmically, blowing gently onto the tea with a soft *whoosh, whoosh, whoosh* sound, just about to take a sip. Before he could even catch a glimpse of his son, he heard Xiong Yitou’s panicked voice and frowned.
"In broad daylight, are you calling for ghosts? Have you been stirring up trouble again?"
Chapter 77