At the same time, Li Beijue's laptop in the study began to ring with an incoming video call.
His eyebrows suddenly knitted together as he pressed the answer button.
The high-definition projection instantly cast the old man's dignified facial features onto the wall, and even through the screen, one could feel the overwhelming sense of oppression.
"What is it?" Li Beijue seemed oblivious to the immense pressure he emanated, his face expressionless, his voice icy cold.
"How have you been getting along with Zhiyuan recently?" Old Master Li asked directly, unfazed by his grandson's demeanor.
Li Beijue narrowed his eyes, repressing the impatience that flickered there, "Not bad."
"When do you plan to get engaged?"
"Engaged?" Li Beijue's jaw tightened suddenly, his eyes narrowing as he stared at the other end of the screen, "I remember only promising you that I would consider courting Kim Zhi**, not an engagement."
