He looks just like Quentin

Later that evening, Quentin read the email on his laptop with cold eyes. His hands linked together, placed in front of his lips as he didn't take his eyes away from the screen.

"Hey, are we…" Gabriella came but trailed off, standing by the door as she studied her brother's face. "Is there's something wrong?"

"Gabby, get out of here for now. I'm not in the mood." He cautioned without casting her a look. 

Gabriella pursed her lips into a thin line, nodding, and left. Her brother was kind to her, but she knew when to respect his personal space. 

"Qin Lewis…" When the door shut closed, Quentin narrowed his eyes. "Is it because of what happened this morning? How unreasonable."