Qin He smiled, offering no rebuttal, but assumed a rather intrigued demeanor.
It was a rare occasion for Qin Shiyu to be home today, and the moment the two walked in, his gaze fixed upon Qin He.
"Come upstairs with me," he said, his tone unable to conceal an underlying chill.
Meng Tingxu was taken aback, saying in confusion, "Uncle Qin, we're about to have dinner."
"Xuxu, you and Aunt Xin go ahead and eat," said Qin Shiyu, discarding the angry restraint he had shown just moments before for a gentle manner: "Your brother Qin He and I need to discuss some matters."
Meng Tingxu nodded, though she didn't quite understand.
Upstairs, the door to the study closed, Qin Shiyu slammed a stack of documents onto Qin He's chest.
"Look at the fine mess you've made!" Qin Shiyu said sternly: "You've really outdone yourself. In such a short time, you've created such a big problem for me!"
