Qin Ying was left rather speechless. She glanced at her mother. She had no idea how to respond. She didn't know whether her father had really gone to work or not.
"Dad told me he was going to work, so I suppose he did," Qin Ying replied, nodding.
"Never mind, let's go home." Cao Rui wanted to ask more, but seeing her daughter's clueless expression, she realized asking further would be pointless.
"Uncle, where are we headed?" Qin Lang pretended to be oblivious, asking Mr. Huaihe Qin.
"Qin Lang, you've got nerves, keeping such a big thing from me. You hid it so well. If I hadn't heard your conversation today, would you never have told me?" Huaihe Qin was already irritated. But his nephew playing dumb was more than he could take.
"Uncle, please, don't say it like that. How could I tell you? Should I come up and ask:
'Uncle, do you have any love debt? Or Uncle, do you have any illegitimate children somewhere?'
