Xia Sichen faced his father's dark expression and said righteously, "A son does not despise a mother's ugliness, how could we be so unfilial? We just think it's time for you, father, to enjoy your golden years!"
The brat almost made him spit out a mouthful of wine in anger, but Xia Wanqing couldn't be bothered to argue.
Ever since Huangfu Yuxuan visited them in prison that day, he had some suspicions, just unwilling to think in that direction.
But Xia Wenjin kept bringing it up, and if he didn't consider it, wouldn't that be avoidance?
Investigate, then. It's good to get to the bottom of it.
Xia Wanqing was a bit lost; if it turned out to be true, then it would be a clean break, no further entanglements, no debts. But if it was merely Wenjin's bias, and the truth wasn't so, then he would owe a favor.
Xia Wanqing shook his head, dismissing all thoughts. Thinking about this now was premature; he'd think about it after the results came out.
Xia Wenjin returned a bit late.
