"Qin Lang, come with me to the study after dinner," Qin Huaihai said to his son.
"Understood, Dad." Qin Lang had no idea what his father wanted at this time, so he stopped thinking about his cousin and focused on eating, wondering what his father would say to him.
As for Qin Baiqiang, he looked at his son and grandson without commenting. He knew his son was sensible and wouldn't act rashly.
He had noticed the glance his grandson had recently cast, but since his son was around, he didn't interfere too much in their younger generation's affairs. He was getting old and couldn't always control them. It would be better to let them solve their problems themselves.
Qin Huaihai just raised his eyes to look at the people sitting at the table, didn't say anything. If someone was observant, they would realize he wasn't looking at his wife sitting next to him, he didn't even pay much attention to his daughter.
