Hua Jian asked in confusion, "Are you okay?"
Standing beside them, Bo Lin felt that the atmosphere between the two was strange.
Hua Jian showed no fear whatsoever in front of the Poulton Family Head.
As for that old fox, the Poulton Family Head, he was remarkably indulgent toward Hua Jian.
The Poulton Family Head was distracted for only a moment before his gaze dropped to Hua Jian's fair, slender fingers.
A faint stain of paint that hadn't been washed clean was still visible along the side of his right index finger.
His stare made Hua Jian a little uncomfortable, and he let go. "Haha, sorry."
[...I was so worried this big fish would get away that I rushed things. I almost thought our fake father-son relationship wasn't going to happen.]
Bo Lin was rather speechless.
He studied the Poulton Family Head's expression carefully.
If the man knew what Hua Jian was thinking right now, surely he would fly into a humiliated rage and leave on the spot.
But the Poulton Family Head's mind worked differently from everyone else's.
Even hearing Hua Jian's true thoughts didn't bother him. People sidled up to flatter him every moment of every day, all for money and power.
Every one of them had an insatiable appetite, yet they all claimed they weren't after money.
Only Hua Jian was different.
What Hua Jian said matched what he thought.
Because he offered enough money, Hua Jian was willing to be his "fake son."
After seeing so many wolves in sheep's clothing, someone like Hua Jian, who was simply after money, was almost refreshing.
He slowly sat back down. "Change your surname first, and I'll add your name to my will."
Hua Jian: ...
*[Unbelievable. He made it sound so nice, but he's just dangling an empty