บท 258: Moving out

A few days later. 

At the airport. 

''Oh, these old bones... There you go. I am good from here,'' Old Master Qin tried to shoo off the servants who had followed him all the way from Beijing like stalkers. 

But they stood there, ramrod straight, eyeing the small paw-printed tote bag in his hand while they handled his other luggage.

Old Master Chen glared at them. 

''Master has asked us to escort you properly, Old Master. Please hand it over to us,'' their passionate gaze remained stuck on the tote bag. 

Old Master Qin could barely restrain his temper, ''What does that idiot know? You bunch of old bones think I can't carry my luggage?" 

''We can't leave you alone until Master comes.'' 

"_"

For the first time in all these years, Old Master Qin was beginning to doubt his decision of handing over his authority to Qin Zehan. That rascal never failed to make his father's life miserable.

"Hmph!" 

''Master.''