After Hu Rui called his patrilineal uncle, the nervous questions he heard made him feel that something was wrong. But without getting an answer, he could not just hang up, so he could only brace himself and wait with the phone in hand.
Time passed slowly. Standing there with his phone, he felt rather foolish. Pain began to throb through his body, especially the swelling pain in his face and mouth, but he did not complain at all. His patrilineal uncle's words had given him a terrible feeling, so he could only endure it and wait for now.
Hu Rui was a direct descendant of the Hu family and the biological son of the Clan Leader. In the Hu family, he had always gotten whatever he wanted. There were few people in the entire Hu family whom he feared, so he had lived smoothly for over twenty years. Even this patrilineal uncle had always treated him politely, rarely speaking loudly around him.
He had never expected his patrilineal uncle's voice to sound so strange and forceful on the phone today. It was truly bizarre.
Time ticked by. Through the phone, he could hear his patrilineal uncle walking quickly, passing through a courtyard, and hurriedly speaking with several people. Hu Rui was familiar with everything in the Hu family, and in his mind, he tried to figure out where his patrilineal uncle had gone and who those voices belonged to. Just as he was agonizing over this, he heard his father's voice, followed by fragments of conversation between his father and his patrilineal uncle.
"Enough, don't say anything yet. Let me ask Rui'er first!" Hu Yang, the Hu family's Clan Leader and Hu Rui's father, raised a hand to stop Hu Hai, Hu Rui's patrilineal uncle. He took the phone directly