Quan Jinbei met the old patriarch's gaze, the corner of his lips tugging slightly.
"Dad, I heard that as people age, their health tends to decline..."
He purposely elongated his tone, "You might be no exception."
"How about I send you to a nursing home?"
At these words, the old patriarch shook even more violently.
"You, you, you unfilial son!"
The old patriarch, furious, swept the tablecloth aside in a single motion.
The plates and bowls on the dining table shattered all over the floor with a clatter.
The food smeared together, looking particularly filthy and disordered.
Quan Jinbei, however, did not spare it a glance, his demeanor unchanged.
The words he uttered were exceptionally infuriating.
"These items, they are also my personal property."
"However... given that your sperm had its little contribution in creating me, I won't hold it against you. After all, without your brief contribution back then, there wouldn't be a me today."
