Qi Baiyan never expected that, just as he was thinking of himself as a mere bystander, trouble would find him the next day.
"What is it that you want?"
Qi Baiyan sat in the living room, leisurely drinking morning tea, his face showing no trace of any other emotions.
Qi Ming stood in front of him, looking proper and well-behaved, but still somewhat guilty about the request he was making.
However, when he thought of his unborn child, this guilt turned into a calm strength, and he repeated to Qi Baiyan:
"I want the shares of Qi's."
Qi Baiyan looked at him with his usual gentle expression, taking a sip of tea before finally raising his eyes to meet his, as he carefully placed the teacup on the table and spoke calmly:
"Ah Ming, have you forgotten your father's temperament from living at home too long?"
Qi Ming was momentarily stunned by Qi Baiyan's question.