Qin Jin was only wearing a thin suit shirt, his jacket was left for Gu Xiran last night.
"Great-grandfather, this is my personal matter, I hope you can give me enough space to handle it myself."
Qin Jin's dark eyes were cold, but he was extremely respectful to the Qin patriarch.
"Get out of here, I won't live to a hundred because of your tantrums."
"Dad, what are you saying?"
Qin's father hurriedly tried to calm things down on the side, as everyone knew the old man had a stubborn personality.
Qin's mother also tried to persuade him: "Dad, Xiaojin is not a child anymore, he must have his reasons for doing this, do you want to listen to his explanation?"
"I won't listen, I won't listen."
Qin Jin: "..."
The old man was as forceful and resolute as ever when it came to scolding.
When Qin Jin was young, he always pitied his third uncle when he was being lectured by the old man.
Well, now it's his turn.
The main thing is that the old man became more childlike with age.
