Before he knew it, Qi Yu had run off without a trace.
Qi Mingyang sighed deeply, helplessly apologizing to Zhang Xiaowei, "Xiaowei, I'm really sorry for making you witness such a scene. What exactly happened at the bar that you were just talking about?"
Faced with Qi Mingyang's pressing questions, Zhang Xiaowei just smiled and shook his head.
"It's really nothing, just a small argument that almost led to a fight."
Sensing that Qi Yu might be hiding something, Zhang Xiaowei didn't expose him, keeping that information for potential future leverage.
"Oh, I see."
Qi Mingyang tapped his forehead and didn't inquire further.
"My grandson is hopeless, always causing trouble. Please forgive any offense he may have caused."
Zhang Xiaowei nodded and then stood up.
"Old Master Qi, I have to go. But let me take your pulse before I do; I won't be at ease otherwise."
Saying this, Zhang Xiaowei gave Qi Mingyang a thorough check-up.