Qin Fulin's expression suddenly darkened, his face full of disappointment. "Dad, do you know what you're saying? Is this how you see me?"
Old Man Qin, impatient to hear more, said, "Enough, don't start with that. You're my son, don't I know you? Taking that will benefit you; after all, I only have one request, bring back the wooden box to me."
Qin Fulin opened his mouth to speak, but Old Man Qin didn't give him a chance to speak. "Alright, you can leave now."
Upon hearing this, Qin Fulin immediately closed his mouth, as he had nothing more to say.
As he stepped out of the room, he almost bumped into Qin Fugui.
"Qin Fulin, tell me, what did Dad want? What's this big secret that you two had to close the doors to talk about? Did Dad give you money?" Money was what Qin Fugui cared most about.
