Back on the soil of the Eastern Continent, even if only for a minute, Qing Chen felt a sense of familiarity.
Even when facing that stern old man.
He found him a little more kind-looking than before.
Qing Chen looked at the old man. "How does it feel to return to the Jianghu?"
After giving it serious thought, the old man said, "No one has mentioned paying me a salary yet. Forget stock options and bonuses—there still needs to be a salary."
Qing Chen did not know whether to laugh or cry. This man really saw himself as an employee now.
They fell silent again.
Li Kerou thoughtfully asked, "Are you used to the food over there?"
Qing Chen replied, "Not really. It's always steak and burgers, but none of it tastes as good as a plate of shredded potatoes from home."
Li Kerou asked again, "Are you in danger now?"
"Yes. I'm figuring out a way to deal with it, and time is tight," Qing Chen answered.
The things Li Kerou asked were actually things a father wanted to ask but could not bring himself to say.
The old man had been the head of the Qing family for so long that he had grown accustomed to looking down upon the world. Everything he thought, planned, and schemed for was an enormously grand undertaking. Asking after his son's daily life, on the other hand, was something he could not quite manage.
So Li Kerou thoughtfully asked everything a father might want to ask, sparing the old man the embarrassment of having to say it himself.
As for how much of it she had wanted to ask for herself, that was impossible to say.
Perhaps that was why Li Kerou had been able to become the Head Butler of Ginkgo