Ji Qiutang waved for the butler to leave, placing the item the butler had just handed him on the table. He rubbed his temples helplessly, yet still unwilling to give up, he made one last struggle, "This doesn't necessarily have to be my old man, right..."
"Bullshit!" Bi Xia glared with his starry eyes, "If it's not your dad, then take my last name!"
"Alright then," Ji Qiutang immediately replied with a smiling face, "Bi Qiutang, that name sounds nice too!"
Bi Xia: ...
"Very well, Bi Qiutang, remember when you go to your dad, don't call him dad," Bi Xia leaned back on the sofa, sneering, "Then you'd better call me dad."
Ji Qiutang wasn't angry either, "Sure thing, dad, who's my mom?"
Bi Xia: ...
"You were a bonus for a top-up, no mom!" Bi Xia replied coldly.
Ji Qiutang paused, his clear eyes darkened slightly, yet the smile remained on his lips, "My dad said I was picked up from the battlefield, almost the same."
