Bai Qihe returned to the Bai family mansion and locked himself in his study. No one could get him to come out. He didn't show up for the family's New Year's Eve dinner and didn't send anyone to inform the family, completely ignoring that the entire family was waiting for him.
Bai Weimei, Bai Qihe's father, sat at the dinner table with a furious expression. The elaborate dishes placed on the Eight Immortals Table had already lost their warmth. The people sitting around the black lacquered round table didn't dare to speak.
Bai Qingping kept his eyes downcast and stayed silent.
Mrs. Fang saw the situation and pulled at Bai Qingping's sleeve. Bai Qingping merely withdrew his sleeve indifferently and pursed his thin lips tightly.
"What's this, even your grandfather can't move you now?" Bai Weimei gritted his teeth and glared at Bai Qingping.
