Master Zhan, your daughter has gone out to catch ghosts again.

Chapter 268 Patricide

Huo Kong also went into the kitchen, took an apron, tied it on, and prepared to cook.

"Huo Kongye, I'm asking you a question, are you pretending not to hear me? Let me tell you, no matter how much money you make now, you're still my son. Giving that money to me is only natural, do you understand?" Huo's father chased into the kitchen, nagging incessantly.

It was precisely because the other party was his father, a good father and a good husband, that he was able to restrain himself whenever he had murderous thoughts.

Seeing Huo Kongye still cooking slowly and deliberately, ignoring him and showing no respect for his elders, Huo's father was furious and overturned the cutting board in anger.

"Crackling and popping"

The cutting board fell to the ground with a loud thud, followed by Huo's father's furious roar, "Huo Kongye, let me tell you, I'm your father. I have the right to give you life, and I have the right to take it away. Who do you think you are, daring to give me attitude?"

"Shut up."

Suddenly, Huo Kong held a knife to Huo's father's neck, his eyes filled with a fierce, bloodshot look.

Mr. Huo's voice stopped abruptly. Looking at the knife to his neck, he slumped down, swallowing hard in fear.

His son is actually quite ruthless. After all, Huo Kong doesn't have much education, yet he can earn tens or hundreds of thousands of yuan every month. It's definitely not a good business.

If you dare to do it, you must have guts; how could you not have the guts to kill your father?

"Wa ...

Huo Yan's heart-wrenching cries echoed from the living room, interrupting Huo Kongye's thoughts.

Huo Kong put down his knife and strode into the living room to comfort the frightened Huo Yan.

But Huo Yan continued to cry uncontrollably, hysterically, even more violently than before.

Huo Kong's heart was shattered by Huo Yan's cries.

Huo Kong had consulted a psychologist about Huo Yan's condition, but Huo Yan was uncooperative, and his father was even less cooperative, making the therapy difficult to continue. Several psychologists were even driven away by the situation.

As a result, the situation not only did not improve, but worsened.

"Huo Kongye, hurry up and give me the money!" Huo's father rushed out.

"Get out!" Huo Kong roared.

Mr. Huo paused for a few seconds, then, thinking that it was still his son after all, and wondering what he could really do to him, he said defiantly, "Give me the money and I'll get lost."

Huo Kong glared fiercely at Huo's father, but finally had no choice but to compromise, tossing him a bank card and saying, "Get out."

Mr. Huo, seeing the money, came over with a smile, holding a bank card.

Huo's father doesn't live here; he lives in an upscale neighborhood. He doesn't bring Huo Yan there because he's afraid of causing trouble, and also because he's afraid the woman won't agree.

Moreover, he believed that a child like Huo Yan would probably live the rest of his life in the same way, with little change, and that even if he tried his best to save him, it would all be in vain.

"Xiao Yan, don't cry. I'll make you something delicious, okay? Your favorite sweet and sour pork ribs, and chicken wings, okay?" Huo Kong held Huo Yan on his lap, looked down at him, and coaxed him softly, his voice filled with tenderness and a hint of heartbreak.

But Huo Yan wouldn't listen to a word and continued to cry uncontrollably, her large eyes streaming down her face. Her shrill cries almost lifted the ceiling off the building.

In addition, Huo Kong could also hear the gossip of his neighbors.

Huo Kong knew that Huo Yan wouldn't stop crying until he had cried for at least an hour, so he put him on the sofa and went back to the kitchen to cook.

After finishing cooking, Huo Yan was still crying, probably because he was tired, and his voice wasn't as sharp as it had been at the beginning.

Huo Kong also brought out the food and placed it on the table. He served Huo Yan a bowl of rice and handed it to him, saying, "Eat."

"Waaaaaaahh ...

"I'll say it again, eat!" Huo Kong gradually lost his patience. His eyes, as deep as a pool, narrowed slightly, turning cold and fierce, his tone restrained and stoic.

“Wow…”

Huo Yan had a terrible temper, and with one swift movement, he overturned the bowl in Huo Kongye's hand.

With a "smash," a bowl of rice spilled all over the floor.

Huo Kong also lowered his eyes, his tightly clenched fists trembling uncontrollably, his breathing heavy and labored, his eyes reddening, and he looked as if he were about to break.

Finally, he closed his eyes and used all his strength to calm himself down from the brink of collapse.

He glanced at Huo Yan, then silently walked to the dining table and sat down, lowering his head to eat. A few strands of hair fell across his forehead, and against the backdrop of his black windbreaker, a hint of desolation, loneliness, and helplessness was revealed on his delicate and proud face.

Huo Yan stopped crying after sitting at the dining table for an unknown amount of time, and Huo Kong didn't even notice.

It wasn't until his phone rang that he snapped out of his daze and looked at Huo Yan, who was asleep on the sofa.

Huo Kong then realized that he was alive.

He carried Huo Yan to bed and wasn't worried that he would be hungry, because he had eaten a lot of snacks while playing at the amusement park.

Huo Kong also came out of Huo Yan's room, cleaned up the mess on the floor, and then curled up on the sofa.

The phone rang again.

He impatiently picked up his phone, only to find it was Zhan Jinxi.