Qin Jingyi was still smiling.
But the smile didn't reach his eyes, which failed to conceal the cruel intent behind them, "It all depends on whether she understands how to be considerate towards her elder brother."
The elder Qin frowned unhappily but ultimately didn't say anything.
Breakfast continued in a heavy and oppressive atmosphere. Qin Jingyi was in a good mood, eating and drinking heartily, and occasionally tenderly serving Su Luoluo with dishes.
Su Luoluo couldn't fathom the riddle being played out by the father and son, and carefully twirled the lobster pasta from her plate with a fork, her eyes downcast.
The meal was top-notch, with ingredients airlifted from around the world. Even a simple salad was served on a priceless antique porcelain plate, arranged in an unattainably tempting manner, and the chef in charge was renowned in the industry.
