"Dad, let me explain, this was really just a tiny misunderstanding." Quan Mingxuan offered a wry smile, secretly casting a dagger-filled glance at Han Yue.
Han Yue pretended not to see, his face a picture of calm.
Served him right for teasing him.
If they were going to die, they might as well die together.
Quan Che, his face stone-cold, rapidly walked to the two of them, "If that just now was a tiny misunderstanding, then what's a big misunderstanding?"
"Dad!" Quan Mingxuan clasped his forehead, calling out helplessly.
Quan Che held his stern face: "No wonder you've been delaying getting a girlfriend, Quan Mingxuan, be honest, how long have you two been together? If I hadn't walked in on you, would you have continued to keep it a secret from the family?"
"...."
Quan Mingxuan was falling apart.
How did he not know that his father's imagination was so vast, so off the walls.
Jian Qing watched Quan Mingxuan's deflated figure, suppressing her laughter.
