Even an idiot could hear the disdain in his voice.
Following behind Yu Zihan, Xiang Qiao couldn't help but say helplessly, "Young master!"
Everyone present couldn't help but sneak glances at the scorned father.
Yu Jiuqing—reduced to a mere tool for bringing his mother over—was speechless.
Seeing him standing there like a statue, not saying a word, Shen Qing grew exasperated. She secretly gave his side a vicious pinch.
'Hiss! It's surprisingly firm!'
Yu Jiuqing's expression stiffened almost imperceptibly. He finally deigned to speak. "I'll go with you."
'That's it?'
Shen Qing immediately shot him a condemning look.
'The first step to mending his relationship with his son is proactive, positive communication.'
Yu Jiuqing paused for a moment before adding dryly, "Is that alright?"
Shen Qing was speechless.
If everyone hadn't been watching, she would have buried her face in her hands with a long sigh.
Yu Zihan, however, was slightly taken aback.
