C167 If I'm Lucky I Can Still Use Chopsticks in the Future

Han Tao was ignored by everyone.

Qin Feng sipped his coffee with ease as Hai Chuan dialed a number, putting the call on speakerphone.

"Manager Hai, what can I do for you?" A submissive voice echoed from the phone. It was unfamiliar to Qin Feng, but all too recognizable to Han Tao—it was his father, Han Yang.

"Your son has crossed Mr. Qin