Thanks to the cooperation of the butler, Quan Sicheng became even more embarrassed.
He also remembered the situation at the old house.
Every time he and Quan Jinbei were at the old house, the food prepared mostly catered to his tastes.
In the past, Quan Jinbei had never expressed any objections, and Sicheng went from being initially tense and conflicted to gradually not caring at all.
He even thought, Quan Jinbei is his dad, what's wrong with a father indulging his son a bit?
Not a problem at all.
But now, being so bluntly squeezed by Shi Yaoguang and the butler, he suddenly felt incredibly awkward.
He looked at Quan Jinbei, struggling for a while before he spoke, "Dad, I'm sorry..."
Quan Jinbei's eyebrows lifted slightly, "Why are you suddenly apologizing to me?"
"It's all my fault..." Quan Sicheng weakly said, "Every time we go to the old house, Grandpa always has the meals prepared to my liking, and I never refused. It was wrong of me."
"Is that it?"
