This evasive attitude fell into Old Qin's eyes, unconsciously deepening a certain suspicion in his heart.
His cloudy eyes glanced at Qin Jingyi, who pretended to be indifferent on the side. He knew Qin Jingyi had suffered an unspeakable injury, so even if he wanted to do something, he was powerless, at most only humiliating Yan Xiaye.
But for someone with a proud character like Yan Xiaye, the most unbearable thing was humiliation, especially when it was forcibly imposed by Qin Jingyi.
The bushy eyebrows furrowed tightly into a distinct line, and Old Qin disappointedly withdrew his gaze from Qin Jingyi, secretly making a major decision in his heart.
He pushed away the porridge and side dishes in front of him that he had only taken a few bites of, raised his hand to let the servant help him up, and instructed gravely, "When the young miss is done, ask her to come to the study. Tell her I have something to discuss."
