Father and son both fell silent, not uttering a word, and Xia Ning knew they were giving each other a way out.
She tugged at Xia Cheng's sleeve, "Brother, go check on the kitchen and see how the preparations for the New Year's Eve dinner are coming along. I need to talk to dad."
The Xia Cheng of the past would never set foot in the kitchen, thinking the smell of cooking fumes would clash with the sharp scent of his cologne, but today, after glancing at Xia Guoxiong, he obediently went.
Xia Ning looked at Xia Guoxiong. Her father's complexion was still grim. She cleared her throat uneasily and said, "Dad, well, I... I have something I want to discuss with you."
Less than two minutes later, Xia Cheng, who was playing with his phone in the dining room, heard Xia Guoxiong's roar: "Are you an idiot? You did something like this without discussing it first?"
