"Fine, I'll go tell my adoptive father right now."
Qin Yan shrugged nonchalantly and walked away from Qin Jingyi, proceeding along the meticulously carved bushes and then directly entering the splendid living room.
Old Mr. Qin, approaching his sixties, had tastes characteristic of the older generation. Over the years, he hadn't stopped thinking about using antiques to enhance his facade, turning a perfectly good western-style mansion antiquated in its decoration. The living room even boasted Tang dynasty calligraphy on a screen, stepping through which felt like time-traveling.
The irreverently mixed style would appear absurd to anyone, yet Old Mr. Qin himself admired it greatly, enticing those relying on the Qin Family for their livelihood to send trinkets every now and then; even the largest living room was starting to run out of space.