It was indeed deliberate not to prepare breakfast for him.
"Sick."
Qiao Jing had no desire to engage with Zhan Qipei; she felt a bit overstuffed from breakfast and decided to take a walk outside, and maybe stop by the orphanage to see the children.
Qiao Jing had organized her plans well, but just as she reached the entrance of the residential district, she saw a middle-aged man furiously striding towards her.
"Qiao Jing, you sure put on airs! Your grandmother goes to see you in person, and you don't hand over the money, even having her thrown out! How could I have fathered such an unfilial daughter?!"
The one picking a quarrel was none other than Qiao Jing's biological father, Qiao Licheng.
Zhan Qipei arrived just in time to witness this scene and, from Qiao Licheng's words, he also gleaned the nature of the relationship between Qiao Licheng and Qiao Jing.
It had nothing to do with him, anyway!
Zhan Qipei, holding his car keys, walked toward his own car.
