Qin Fulin's expression suddenly sank, and he was full of disappointment. "Dad, do you know what you are saying? Is this the kind of person I am in your eyes?"
Old Man Qin was impatient to hear this. "Okay, don't talk to me about anything else. You are my son, how could I not know what kind of person you are? Letting you take that... will be good for you. Anyway, I only have one request, you bring the wooden box back to me."
Qin Fulin opened his mouth, but Old Man Qin didn't give him a chance to speak. "Okay, you can go out now."
When Qin Fulin heard this, he immediately shut his mouth because he had nothing to say now.
When I stepped out of the room, I almost bumped into Qin Fugui.
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