"I'm not you. In a law-based society of monogamy, I can't and won't do the filthy three-wives-four-concubines kind of crap!"
Bai Xijing: "..."
Seeing the undisguised sarcasm in his younger son's eyes, Bai Xijing felt as if someone had shoved a knife straight into his heart.
"Bai Chenyao!"
That shout of "Bai Chenyao" was low and cold, carrying the authority of a man at the top.
Any ordinary person, under such pressure from Bai Xijing, would probably have been trembling with fear long ago.
But the one standing opposite him was no ordinary person; it was his younger son whom he had never been able to control—Bai Chenyao.
Looking at the clearly enraged Bai Xijing, Bai Chenyao curled his lips. On his handsome, cold face appeared a faint smile that never reached his eyes.
His dark, deep eyes were like eternal frost that could never melt, pressing straight toward Bai Xijing.
"I'm just telling the truth. That makes you this mad?"
