The normally solemn and serious atmosphere of the Tong Family was even more grave today. Tong Songbai asked with an unchanged expression, "I'll ask you one last time, do you want to go back to Paris with Xiyao right away?"
"Do you think I would go back at this point?" Tong Songlin appeared unyielding as well, "Second Brother, didn't you ask me about the meaning of her name? If her name truly had some significance, how could you send me away time and time again for profit?"
Tong Songbai was steadily writing calligraphy when he heard her words. His hand recoiled, and the nearly finished character "Nian" suddenly lost half of its heart.
He raised his eyes and said word by word, "Don't test my patience. You think conspiring with Jiyuan will stir up any waves!"
