Night was like water, and in Beijing, Ning Gang hung up the phone, his brow furrowed in concern.
No sooner had Old Master Ning set down the newspaper, preparing to head to his room to sleep, he noticed his eldest son's deeply furrowed brows and decided to sit back down.
"What's the matter, has your younger brother run into some trouble that he needs your help with?" Old Master Ning asked his eldest son.
"It's not him, it's the business with the couple, Qi Taiguo," Ning Gang said as he handed the teacup to the old man.
Old Master Ning raised an eyebrow and asked, "Did the two of them have a quarrel?"
Ning Gang shook his head and replied, "If only it were that simple; marital spats can be resolved from the head of the bed to the foot, but no, that's not the case."
He paused for a moment before continuing, "You're aware of what the fourth brother mentioned before, right? About Jiang Conghe's daughter, Chiang Qing, setting her sights on Qi Taiguo."