Qin Ye had just recalled the begrudging expression on Zhang Linhua’s face when his father Zhang Baoguo had asked him to pay his respect to his godfather just a little while ago.

Zhang Linhua had subsequently put him in the spot.

He had seen too many of Zhang Linhua’s type. Their impersonal interactions hadn’t extended much beyond that of mutual benefit. And there were a number of incidents that occurred immediately thereafter to boot. He had thus already cast their earlier interactions to the back of his mind.

But…

He sized up Zhang Linhua - Is he here to make amends?

Is he going with the flow? I guess he has learnt a thing or two from his father’s political assignments. But it’s a pity that he’s still a little bit lacking in some ways. I guess Old Zhang needs to do a better job raising his kid…

The fact that Qin Ye had remained silent caused Zhang Linhua to grow anxious. His heart thumped wildly under the cover of his radiant smile.

He knew full well what he had done.

It might have been a small thing to Qin Ye, but it was nevertheless something huge to him.

“Godfather.” He no longer had any qualms addressing someone ostensibly younger than him as godfather. In fact, he even did his best to maintain the radiant smile on his face, “Why don’t we… take a walk?”

Qin Ye smiled. He was too lazy to put on a show with Zhang Linhua, so he chose to...