The people in the hall, after hearing Qin Ke's words, began whispering to each other, their discussions growing heated.
Qin Muyang couldn't hear what they were saying, but he knew for certain—it was nothing good.
He had always lived a life of prestige and honor, never experiencing this kind of humiliation. His face felt like it was burning.
"Ah Ke," he said softly, a look of pleading in his eyes, "all those things are minor issues. Every family has some friction, don't they? Be good, listen to me. Go home first, and later I'll have her apologize to you."
All Qin Muyang wanted now was to keep the peace and quickly get Qin Ke and the police out of there.
If the police took Ma Lianrong away at his child's hundred-day banquet today, it wouldn't just ruin his reputation entirely—it would leave this child unable to hold their head high for the rest of their life.
"Minor issues?" Qin Ke sneered coldly. "Dad, then in your eyes, what counts as a major issue?"
