He sounded genuinely concerned, but Bai Ye secretly thought his father's thick skin meant he surely wouldn't worry about him.
Indeed, when Bai Ye closely saw his father, Bai Zhengli, roll his eyes without saying a word, the message was clear—why would I worry about you?
The two exchanged glances, each feeling an urge to punch the other. If it weren't for the inappropriate setting and Bai Zhengli remembering the important matters, they might have actually come to blows.
Bai Qianqian felt uncomfortable sitting in Bai Zhengli's arms and squirmed, wanting to go to Fang Yuxin. Bai Ye noticed and pushed him back into Bai Zhengli's arms while giving Bai Zhengli a look—watch this little rascal for me!
Bai Zhengli glared back—why should I?