At the same time, on the stairs on the second floor, Little Fan tugged at the corner of his father's clothes in confusion. "Dad, why aren't you going down? I saw Auntie arguing with someone!"

Ji Huaizhi lowered his head and glanced at Little Fan. Before the cold light in his eyes could disperse, the child was startled. "Dad, what's wrong?"

He closed his eyes with difficulty to prevent himself from scaring the child. "I'm fine. Don't go down yet. Wait a ...