Huo Qitang snorted coldly, feeling apprehensive all along, unsure of what Huo Tingxiao suddenly returning home signified.
Huo Tingxiao stayed in the study for a full two hours before coming down, his expression as usual, inscrutable to everyone.
After the elder Mr. Huo went downstairs to the back garden to play with the birds, Huo Qitang wanted to probe for information and quickly sidled up to him.
"Dad, Tingxiao has become more and more disrespectful. I only asked him a couple of questions just now, and he gave me the cold shoulder," Huo Qitang complained.
"Enough, he rarely comes back. And here you are bad-mouthing him behind his back," the elder Mr. Huo chided.
"I..."
"What, my words don't carry weight with you anymore?"
The old man's tone was light, yet carried an intimidating authority, prompting Huo Qitang to quickly change his tune. Cross the old man and he'd only have himself to blame.
