Because the main focus of the camera was on Qi Helian and Wan Yueyue, everyone and everything else became an insignificant backdrop, but the old man still recognized his son at a glance.
Even though it was only a small half of his side face, his sharp eyes squinted suspiciously, he reached out to snatch the newspaper and looked down at it carefully.
"Not very tall."
The old man made only one comment about the woman behind his son, his tone betraying neither satisfaction nor dissatisfaction.
Then he stuffed the newspaper back to Ji Ming Yue and walked towards the staircase.
As he ascended, Ji Chicheng happened to come out of his room, and father and son collided.
"Bring that girl back for your dad to see."
Ji Chicheng replied calmly, "It's not the right time."
The old man grew anxious, his eyebrows knitting together as he asked, "When will it be the right time?"
