Celebration

Xiahou Tingan was taken aback by his reaction and instinctively moved backward, but his collar was pulled up.

"Speak! You heard everything that day, right?!" asked Xiahou Rong sharply.

"F-father… cough, cough!" Xiahou Tingan grabbed his hand and wanted to push it away as he coughed uncomfortably. "I-I just… heard a little… cough—"

But Xiahou Rong didn't believe his second son, and his face became super dark like it never had before.

Xiahou Tingan had never seen such an expression on his father, and he couldn't help but swallow his remaining words.

After some time, Xiahou Rong loosened his hands and stood up. "Follow me to the Jiang Residence. When we're there, you just need to tell Jiang Yucheng whatever you said before. You must never let him know what you eavesdropped, do you understand?"

Xiahou Tingan nodded in panic.