Listening to Qin Zhongsong enthusiastically imagine a beautiful life ahead over the phone, Qin Yuyan felt a deep sense of fatigue as she walked back to the hotel, wishing that the bed were right in front of her so she could collapse into it and never get up.
On the other end of the line, Qin Zhongsong continued to chatter nonstop.
After a long while without hearing a response, Qin Zhongsong raised his voice, "Yu Yan, Yu Yan, are you listening?"
Before Qin Yuyan could answer, Qin Zhongsong's patience vanished entirely.
"Qin Yuyan, you're grown now, spread your wings, right? Since you can't be the mayor's daughter anymore, you don't even care about me as your father, right? Do you really think those measly earnings of yours can be considered supporting me in my old age?"
Speaking angrily, Qin Zhongsong said in a cold tone, "Fine, since you don't want to give me money, I'll find a solution myself. If some unpleasant news comes out because of it, don't blame me."
