"Why are you still taking calls? Tell them to get lost! This ungrateful bunch, if it weren't for the Qiao Family and the Nie Family back then, the Bai Family would have gone bankrupt long ago; they wouldn't have even had the chance to be arrogant here!"
The elderly master was furious, slamming his cane on the ground: "Go, ask the lady to come downstairs."
The maid nodded and hurried upstairs.
Before she could take a step, she saw Bai Qiuqing hurriedly descending the stairs, and the servant stopped in her tracks.
"Dad!"
"How dare you still call me that?" the old master slammed the newspaper in his hand onto the coffee table in front of him, "What exactly happened with your brother? If you don't explain clearly what happened with your brother hitting Xiaren, don't bother coming back to the Qiao Family ever again!"
Bai Qiuqing's face turned pale instantly. Never in her years at the Qiao Family had she heard the old master speak with such severity, and she was momentarily stunned.
