The call was disconnected, and Qin Zhongsong's wrinkled smile suddenly turned into a dark cloud.
By his side, Liu Huiru and Qin Yuyan, who had been listening silently, knew from Qin Zhongsong's expression that the attitudes of Qin Yuji and Chi Jingxuan on the other end of the phone must have been far from cordial.
"Dad, what did Qin Yuji say?"
Qin Yuyan asked in a low voice.
Turning to glare at Qin Yuyan, Qin Zhongsong huffed and sat down on the sofa, his chest heaving violently with anger.
Forgetting their days-long cold war, Liu Huiru hurriedly sat next to Qin Zhongsong and began to soothe his chest to calm him.
After a while, Qin Zhongsong finally spoke, "That ungrateful girl, relying on the support of a man behind her, now, she has less and less respect for me."
