Xiao Jinghuai also put down his chopsticks, took a napkin and wiped his mouth handsomely, "Bao Bei will always be my son. If you really don't like it, there's nothing I can do about it."
Duanmu Qing's expression was serious, "He has no blood relation with you. Why are you raising him? As a charity?"
A flash of ice coldness appeared in Xiao Jinghuai's eyes, chilling enough to stop anyone, even his mother, from speaking rashly again.
Duanmu Qing calmed herself, "Okay, let's drop the issue about that child. But you and Qiao Yu should have a resolution. As long as you agree, I'll go to the Qiao Family tomorrow and arrange your lifelong matters with her.
"That matter... don't trouble yourself with it!"
Xiao Jinghuai's expression was indifferent, and his tone was leisurely, but anyone could hear the intimidation in his words.
"What, what do you mean?" Duanmu Qing was a bit incredulous, "I'm your mother, what's wrong with arranging your lifelong matters for you?"
