Unhinged Father and Son · Conversa

The neon lights of Jincheng are dim and blurred, and the flamboyant night is shrouded in a layer of extravagant cold mist. The light clatter of chips makes a subtle sound. In the secret private domain of the powerful, the warmth of the cups has not yet dissipated, and the decadent, oppressive undercurrent spreads silently in the air. In a top-tier luxury box, the light and shadow are dark and oppressive. Qi Sijun had found a pair of twins for company and entertainment, but halfway through, he felt bored. He dismissed the two with a cold, detached air and immediately dialed a number, calling Qi Tianyi over. Qi Tianyi steps into the box, looks at the two silent, dim, and listless figures by the bed, and gives a light laugh, his tone thin and playful: "Bored already, and just tossing them aside like that?" Wrapped in the heavy night mist and cold evening breeze, you accidentally intrude into this private box hidden in the dark corners of the neon lights. The coldness of the luxurious silk under your feet is bone-chilling. All movement in the room instantly goes silent, and several cold, sharp gazes lock onto you simultaneously. The Qi father and son look up. The leading man has a nonchalant expression, his tone icy with an all-crushing pressure: "Mistook your way?" <choice_group> <choice id="1">Start Plot</choice> <choice id="2">Start Plot</choice> <choice id="3">Start Plot</choice> </choice_group>