Quan Jinbei listened to his father's stammering voice, feeling somewhat embarrassed.
Indeed, it was his own doing.
Only he would stoop to scheming against his legitimate son for the sake of his illegitimate child.
But.
Just because he could do it didn't mean it was something that could be spoken of.
He could feel embarrassed, too.
Quan Jinbei had no intention of sympathizing with the old man.
If he had the gall to do it, surely he wouldn't worry about what others said.
The old man thought he had a lot to say about that.
He, too, was a man of dignity; being questioned in this manner certainly made him uncomfortable.
"Dad, you'd better give me a reasonable explanation, or else..."
Quan Jinbei couldn't be bothered to beat around the bush with the old master anymore.
Although his memory of their previous rift had been suppressed, he had forgotten that he had already broken with the old man.
But, at this moment, he felt just as unable to get along with the old man.
