The atmosphere in the Qin Family villa's dining room was not very harmonious.
Qin Zhongtian, who had been busy all day, had just returned. He took off his black suit and casually tossed it to the following maid, washed his hands, and sat down by the dining table.
The most honorable Old Mrs. Qin sat in the main seat. Her usually kind face was rather stern today. Opposite her was Qin Sang, a freshman at a local university in Yicheng, who would return home to keep the old lady company when not in class.
There was a person missing at the table.
Qin Zhongtian looked at Qin Sang, who was serving soup to the old lady, and said, "Where's your brother, out gallivanting again?" He had a deep understanding of Qin Fan's nature.
Qin Sang put down the bowl and instinctively glanced at her grandmother, "Brother came back at noon and heard that grandma had arranged a marriage for him. He threw a huge fit, locked himself in his room, and hasn't come out since, playing games."
