Zhen Guo's face turned livid, "How long have you been standing here?"
The door had been strangely left ajar, and no one had reported Qin Mo's return to him.
"I just got back."
Innocence and confusion filled Qin Mo's distinct black and white eyes, "What's wrong? What have you done that you don't want me to know?"
Zhen Guo's probing gaze swept across her face, never quite settling with reassurance.
"What are you here for?"
The coldness and estrangement in his voice, and even a hint of disgust, were hardly the attitude of a father towards his daughter.
"There was still paperwork to be finalized for the West Mountain property, I came to get the documents. Please hand them over, otherwise, if President Chu has to come and push you, it won't be with this attitude." Qin Mo intentionally invoked Chu Yiqin to pressure Qin ZhenGuo.
Otherwise, he wouldn't hand them over easily, probably delaying endlessly.