After Qi Chongming finished speaking, only then did Qi Chao rise.
"The phoenix crown isn't yours for free; there are conditions."
Qi Chao's expression remained calm, as if indifferent to everything: "Speak."
Qi Chongming adjusted his clothes and turned away. "Let's discuss this inside."
The Qi family's living room was larger than an average three-bedroom apartment.
Lavishly decorated, every ornament in the room was priceless, exuding grandeur.
Yet, for Qi Chao, this place was filled with too many unpleasant memories. He kept his head down the entire time, refusing to even glance at the exquisite furniture.
Qi Chongming gestured for him to sit, but he refused, simply saying, "I don't have much time. Spare me the roundabout talk, just get to the point."
The butler, moving swiftly, soon appeared holding a redwood box containing the phoenix crown.
