The overwhelming desire to go and save Ye Qiu that had consumed An Yingming's thoughts was now completely forgotten.
Only when one is warm and fed do thoughts of lust arise; it's with material foundation that one pursues the romantic and the frivolous.
An Yingming knew very well that only with the An Group's existence was he the enviable and respected Young Master An, greeted reverently by others as Young Master An.
Only then could he indulge without restraint in a life unattainable by others.
With material wealth, one can establish the heights of spiritual enjoyment.
If his family's company encountered problems, let alone saving Ye Qiu, he would likely be unable to take care of himself.
A forced smile on his face, An Yingming pushed his father slightly, "Dad, that's not a funny joke."
An Pei shattered An Yingming's illusions with a cold response, "I'm not joking with you."
"You've been working in the company for so long, haven't you noticed the internal problems?"
