The doorbell rang, and Bai Qi remembered something important. She pushed the man away in a panic. "Zhou Yao, Sileng is here. Let go of me!"
Zhou Yao frowned when he heard Sileng's name. "Why is he here?"
He was unhappy that his own son had ruined his plans. But he was still mindful of his son, so he slowly and unwillingly let go of Bai Qi.
Bai Qi immediately jumped down from the table and tidied up her clothes. She glared at the man. "What are you saying? The question should be what are you doing here, not what is Sileng doing here."
Zhou Yao's face darkened. "How dare you talk back to me!"
Bai Qi found it funny. She raised the corners of her lips provocatively. "Who are you lecturing? I'm not Sileng. Do you think you're my dad?"
Zhou Yao's tightly knitted sword-like brows relaxed at once. He smiled sinisterly and said, "You can call me dad if you like."
"You..."
