Island No. 1, Gentleman Residence
When Rong Hua's plane took off, Huo Zongtao was practicing calligraphy, as usual, wielding the brush effortlessly.
The flamboyant script fell to the floor sheet by sheet, left scattered as no one tidied them up.
When Huo Zongtao practiced calligraphy, even Chang Zong had to leave the room.
"Father."
Huo Tianxing walked in slowly, with Chang Zong standing guard at the door, not daring to stop him.
Huo Zongtao frowned slightly, his calm face showing a hint of displeasure at being disturbed. He suddenly raised his hand and flung the ink-dipped brush away.
The brush hit the ground, ink splattering, staining some scattered papers and even splashing onto Huo Tianxing.
"I've already sent Rong Hua off on the plane."
Huo Tianxing spoke with a calm, steady demeanor, showing almost no change in expression.
