His tone was light, as if he didn't take Pei Jingchuan's seriousness to heart.
Pei Yanqing handed over the brewed tea to Pei Jingchuan, the man took the tea cup, his fingers lightly tapping the table, his gaze was still deep and serious.
In this quiet space of the office, his aura seemed even more solemn.
"Yanqing, if the third uncle knew you were coming and going so freely, he would definitely blame you."
Pei Jingchuan's voice was calm, "If you make another mess, don't expect me to speak for you."
Pei Yanqing sat next to the tea table, crossing his hands on his chest, looking content.
There was a hint of teasing in his eyes, seemingly unimpressed by Pei Jingchuan's warning.
"Brother, you're too serious." Pei Yanqing responded casually, his smile contained a touch of wild charm, "Dad won't get mad over this trivial thing. He knows I won't do anything too outrageous."