Qin Xiyin saw him sitting elegantly inside, and his clear eyes flickered slightly.
He raised his eyes, hesitated for a moment, and still timidly called out to him softly:
"...Dad."
He remembers that Dad is usually very busy.
The last time Qin Xiyin saw him was about 43 days ago.
The aloof and cold man lowered his eyes slightly and uttered a low "hm", his voice exceptionally deep and magnetic.
Pale fingers with distinct knuckles turned a page of the report, his expression as cold as could be.
Seeing Qin Xiyin standing outside the car without moving.
The man slightly turned his knife-sharp, strict face, his indifferent gaze finally fell on him, and his deep, dark eyes grew deeper:
"Get in."
Qin Xiyin pursed his lips, unsure of what Dad wanted with him.
After a slight hesitation, he hugged his backpack and sat inside anyway.
Just as Qin Xiyin sat down, his uncle Jian Chenglang turned his head from the front seat.
