The father-son pair was alike not just in terms of their looks but also in personality.
The two, one standing and the other sitting, emitted cold air.
"Where did you send Pei Ge?"
Ji Ziming pursed his lips tightly and looked at his father sharply.
"Hmph! You're really my good boy, huh. You dare to confront me like this over a woman." His father snorted darkly.
"… Dad, where is Pei Ge? She's not a bad woman. She's innocent, albeit a little silly. If you have a problem, come directly at me."
He calmly spoke before pursing his lips bitterly.
His words surprised the middle-aged man.
His son, who had never lowered his head in front of anyone, unexpectedly spoke modest words.
"I think that you've really lost your mind over a woman!"
The longer he looked his son's abnormal expression, the angrier he felt.
"He he! What right do you have to talk about others, old man? Weren't you head over heels for me back then?"
