"I'm just about done. I should be able to complete the professional requirements very soon."
"Not bad. You're quite diligent." Lanhai nodded in satisfaction, then added with a pointed look, "Other than that, have you been busy with anything else?"
Lan Hao froze in the middle of handing over a teacup. A cold sweat instantly broke out on his back, and his heart leaped into his throat. That wasn't just a hint—it was practically a direct accusation.
He knew his father all too well. His activities had probably already been discovered. No wonder the Qin Family hadn't found anything.
"What's wrong?" Lanhai reached out, took the teacup from his son's hand, and took a sip, feigning confusion.
'Even if an Ancient King stood before you, you deny it to your dying breath...' Suddenly, a sentence his father had said after Meng Shiyu's death echoed in Lan Hao's ears.
'This isn't the time for a showdown. He'd already done what he'd done. If he exposed it now, it would be a complete waste.'
