In the ancient-style office, Qi Wen hung up the phone.
He wasn't as decrepit as he had sounded on the call, merely showing signs of age. His streaky white hair was meticulously combed, his suit crisp, and his brows stern, his presence commanding even without anger.
At the moment, he didn't show any irritation, just rubbed his temples slightly, his expression somewhat complex.
Behind the desk, the young man carelessly eating an orange looked up and asked casually, "Dad, what did she say?"
Qi Wen's expression remained calm. "She's young and naïve. She'll understand how good she has it at home in time."
"So she's ungrateful, huh?"
The young man sneered, "Her father is a good-for-nothing, and the daughter a cripple. Does she really think she became an Inspector on her own? Dad, you shouldn't waste your emotions on a liability who's just going to be married off anyway... Tsk, if it weren't for the Old Master's wishes, I wouldn't take this defective product even if she were free."
