Kang Zhong glanced at the situation on the scene, waved his hand, and led away a group of secretaries and assistants, leaving space for the father and son, whose relationship was difficult to gauge.
After everyone left, neither the father nor the son initiated conversation. The brief silence was not merely awkward but was laden with estrangement and an indifference that distance could not diminish.
After a while, Qin Zhenyi finally broke the silence, his voice hoarse and full of suppressed emotion.
"You hate me so much? Have you become happy, satisfied, after destroying my career?" Qin Zhenyi stared at Qin Jiran, seeming to search for something in his expression.
