The senior Mr. Quan faced Jinbei's aggressive gaze with a hint of guilt.
Then, he calmed himself down again.
"What do I have to explain?"
The old man's attitude became more and more composed, "Do you, as a son, really expect me, your father, to apologize to you?"
"I don't expect an apology, but... if you have important announcements, shouldn't you at least inform me?"
Jinbei spoke impassively, his face betraying little emotion.
Yet, precisely because of this, he seemed even more inscrutable.
The senior Mr. Quan caught his breath and watched him warily, "What do you mean?"
"Do I need to make myself any clearer?"
Jinbei tugged at the corner of his lips, his gaze filled with sarcasm, "If you didn't understand, I wouldn't mind elaborating further."
"I don't know why people have been saying since I was born that I wouldn't live past thirty."
