Power was something few people could resist. Emperors and powerful ministers were no exception, and Neil naturally wasn't either.
He looked at Lin Qi. Right now, Lin Qi gave him an indescribably unfamiliar feeling.
He sat back in his chair with his legs crossed, the fingertips of both hands pressed together, his elbows resting on the armrests.
The smile on his face wasn't particularly obvious, but you could feel that he was smiling. It was something you sensed, not saw.
Even though Lin Qi was merely sitting there, he still put enormous pressure on Neil. That was why Lin Qi seemed so unfamiliar to him.
With the wealth and social status he had today, he didn't believe a family like the one he'd grown up in could have raised someone like Lin Qi.
But the truth was that Lin Qi was his son.
Of course, he had also wondered whether Sera might have cheated on him or something, but he dismissed the thought soon afterward. Even if she had cheated, Lin Qi had still grown up in his family.
Put the children of Privileged Class families, the children of Middle Class families, and the children of ordinary families from the Lower District together, and you could clearly sense the existence of class from their bodies, their behavior, and their eyes! It wasn't invisible!
It truly existed all around us. Whenever we observed carefully, we could capture it.
Lin Qi was an exception. He was unusual.
After staring at each other for a while, Neil looked away. He didn't want to admit that Lin Qi's half-smiling gaze had put enormous pressure on him. As a father, his retreat made him feel somewhat guilty.
"I'll say the same thing again. Wait until the war is over."
"We can't guarantee anything during the