Huang Yiyi's face turned crimson, and her hands clutching her purse nearly turned white from the pressure; she felt as if all the men and women around her were mocking her lack of shame, and that faint gaze made her want to find a crack in the ground to crawl into.
"Brat, what nonsense are you spouting?" Father Bai was quite helpless with his son, only able to stare wide-eyed, giving him a light but stern warning.
Since childhood, Bai Yiming's thick skin had endured countless hits from Old Master Bai's dragon head cane, so how could he possibly be afraid of an innocuous glare from Father Bai? He curled his lips into a devilish smile and lazily shrugged his shoulders, "Dad, just consoling a friend, where did your mind go?"
"You…" Father Bai choked up, staring with wide eyes, unsure of what to say.
"Uncle Bai, it's fine. Young Master Bai is truly sincere," An Yiqing, who had been watching the show, said with a smile to relieve Father Bai.