Yun Che’s brows twitched, as he faced Yun Qinghong and said: “Father, do you trust me?”
Yun Qinghong looked at him, then said smilingly: “You are my son. If I don’t even trust you, who else would I trust in this world?”
Yun Che’s heart warmed. He smiled: “Father, don’t worry, I won’t fail to live up to your trust.”