In the antique office, Qi Wen hung up the phone.
He was not as decrepit as he had sounded over the phone, merely somewhat aged. His streaked white hair was combed meticulously, his suit crisp, his brows stern, carrying an imposing presence even without anger.
At that moment, he showed no displeasure. He merely rubbed his brow, his expression slightly complicated.
Behind the desk, the young man eating an orange casually looked up and asked, "Dad, what did she say?"
Qi Wen's expression remained calm. "She's still young and ignorant. Someday, she'll understand how good this family is."
"So she doesn't know what's good for her?"
The young man sneered. "Her father's a useless cripple, and she's a cripple too. Does she really think she became an inspector on her own? If you ask me, Dad, there's no need to waste any feelings on a money-losing good-for-nothing who'll marry into the family sooner or later... Tsk, if it weren't for the old master's wishes, I wouldn't want defective goods like that even if they were given to me for free."
Bang!
Qi Wen's teacup shattered in front of him. Hot water splashed everywhere, nearly making him jump to his feet in fright.
"Shut up, you worthless brat! What the hell is going through that head of yours? Is the old master's intent something you can speculate about?"
Qi Wen's eyes widened as he glared at him. "Is the Savior Society's business something you can meddle in? You actually got mixed up with those lunatics and left behind both evidence and that disaster! Are you afraid I won't die from anger soon enough, Qi Yuan?"
"..."
Qi Yuan froze for a long while before stubbornly saying, "Wasn't I just trying to help the family?"
"Shut up! He Luo? He Luo, come