"The last time I fell from upstairs, I saw that thing drop to the ground, he was..."
Upon hearing this, Jing Che frowned.
Even now, his father is still preoccupied with that thing.
Jing Che coldly interrupted Jing Dezhen's words.
"It's with Junxue, he will keep it safe."
"No, what I mean is, how did he get such a valuable thing? I'm just worried it might cause you trouble if it came from an unclear source."
"It was given by a friend. The source is very legitimate." Jing explained calmly.
"Well, that's good, then make sure to keep it well, it's quite a sum..."
"Dad, this has nothing to do with you." Jing Che's annoyed tone carried a hint of warning.
"What do you mean by that? I'm just concerned about you."
"..." Jing Che pressed his thin lips tightly together, suppressing his anger inside.
