Ji Ting thought it over, not quite convinced. "But Qin Mingzhong is still Qin Zaiye's father. He raised him from childhood. Would he really just throw his son away?"
"Heh. With Ji Shize as an example, you still have illusions about fathers?" Ji Yanzhi raised an eyebrow at him. "Why don't we make a bet on this? Whoever loses has to do one thing the other asks."
Ji Ting shook his head. "Gambling is bad."
"Then let's call it an agreement. Same terms."
Ji Ting considered it, then agreed this time.
Watching him nod, Ji Yanzhi pinched his cheek with his large hand. "Little Ear, you handled the Qin Zaiye matter very well. I'm very pleased, so you can ask me for a reward."
Ji Ting frowned and pulled his wrist down. "This was something I wanted to resolve myself, not something I did to get a reward from you."
Ji Yanzhi gave a low chuckle and bent closer to his face. "You really don't want one?"
"No."
"You said it. Don't regret it."
"I won't."
Ji Yanzhi let out a faintly amused huff. The more Ji Ear refused, the more determined he was to give him something. He had already decided: he would definitely win their bet, and once the outcome was clear, his condition would be that Ji Ear ask him for something.
Early the next morning, Ji Shize came out of the bathroom and heard his phone ringing.
He picked it up, glanced at the screen, and swiped to answer. "How's the investigation going?"
"The higher-ups issued a level-two classified document concerning Qin Zaiye. Everyone on the inside is keeping their mouths shut. I really couldn't get anything out of them." The speaker abruptly changed tack. "But I did find out something reliable. He was released yesterday.