But Hao Yunyang still felt a bit guilty about his unmet biological son and wife with whom he had no connection.
“Good son, if your dad becomes rich, I’ll definitely give you at least three yuan in pocket money in the future,” Hao Yunyang silently decided. In the time and space fifty years later, Hao Zhenhua couldn’t help but shiver, a vulgar feeling rising from his heart…
The timing of conception was calculated down to the minute, and Hao Yunyang felt a bit speechless, but he also understood that this was no joke – it concerned his son’s life!
Although he had accepted this absurd fact and sorted out his swirling thoughts, Hao Yunyang still couldn’t quite believe it, afraid this might just be a dream.
While muttering to himself while cleaning the room, his attention was not focused, and he swept a pile of garbage to the doorway. With a flick of the broom towards the outside, a heap of garbage emitting a sour stench rushed out like a flood.
“Meow!” A cat’s cry startled Hao Yunyang from his daze. Looking towards the sound, his face instantly broke into an apologetic smile: “Oh, sir, I’m sorry…”
Chapter Nine: Topping Up the Phone
Two socks hanging on his right shoulder were soaked in garbage that had been sitting for who knows how many days, covered in sour and rancid liquid. His upper body was still okay, but his lower body was completely contaminated with dust, trash, and foul-smelling dirty water.
Hao Yunyang quickly put down the broom, his face full of smiles, cautiously approaching. Who knew if this one-legged dormitory manager would be so embarrassed that he’d grab his cane and strike? For things he wasn’t sure about, Hao Yunyang would generally choose to retreat. When there was no way to retreat, he would put on a fake smile and observe.
“Are you alright, sir?” Looking at the old man’s condition and smelling the sour air, Hao Yunyang felt awkward and shy, putting on a submissive demeanor: “I didn’t notice you were at the door, that… well…”
