With a bounce to his step, Qie Xieling walked over to the pick-up point. He had his head lowered reading Bo Ailun's complaints. His dear friend was upset because they didn't invite him to have lunch. Qie Xieling knew what to do to appease him. He sent him a gift card for the pancake place inside campus. As expected, Bo Ailun was appeased.
"Young sir," a familiar voice called out and Qie Xieling raised his head. It was his father's driver calling him.
Qie Xieling smiled as he walked over. "Sorry, I got distracted for a minute," he said before opening the door.
Inside, his father was sitting in the backseat, his posture rigid and his gaze fixed on something distant. Qie Xieling hesitated to get inside the car. That's because the air felt heavy and charged with an unspoken tension. His father was obviously mad about something or at least upset.
