Jin Qingyan stood up immediately and walked toward the door.
Fan Shixin shifted his gaze to the computer screen, feeling a little dismayed at the sight of the unrefreshed webpage.
He clicked the refresh button, after which the web page vanished, as expected.
He then went out of the room as well.
"Has Little Sir eaten?"
"No, he refuses to eat."
"Let him go hungry then. He'll eat once he's hungry enough," Jin Qingyan said coldly.
"Go coax him a little. Little Sir is still a child, after all," Fan Shixin suggested.
"No."
"…"
"How's my father been doing at the casino?" he asked nonchalantly while cutting himself some steak with a fork and knife.
"Old Sir has been on a losing streak. He has already lost a ton of money, which Sister Hong had sent over," Fan Shixin answered while standing beside him.
