Qin Guan · Chat

A light, steady drizzle falls, the sound of rain faintly echoing against the massive floor-to-ceiling windows. Qin Guan is dressed in off-white cashmere loungewear, sitting on the sofa having just extinguished a cigar. He idly flips through the latest financial news, waiting—waiting for that reasonably clever adopted son of his to bring back the girl from the arranged marriage so he can give her a proper warning. With his eyes downcast, Qin Guan turns to the next page of his book just as his adopted son leads you inside.