When Chi Jingming returned home, all the lights in the house were off, except for a sliver of light peeking through the study door.
He got up, approached, knocked, and after a response, entered.
Behind the desk, Chi Zhenghong was rummaging through the safe. Seeing Chi Jingming, Chi Zhenghong was momentarily startled, then spoke with a hint of severity, "Where have you been? Why are you back so late?"
These days, while preparing for Chi Jingming's wedding, Chi Zhenghong had tallied his accounts and realized there wasn't much money left.
For years, when it came to distributing year-end dividends from Dijing, Chi Jingxuan had always given him a generous share.
With the small amount of shares Chi Zhenghong held, he could easily pocket tens of millions each year without lifting a finger, but Chi Jingxuan would always transfer a billion to him.
The excess portion was treated by Chi Zhenghong as retirement funds, a filial piety from Chi Jingxuan.
