Dong Zhiping was about to push Qin Yi into the villa when a chubby man in his forties happened to walk out.
"Young man, you must be Qin Yi?" The chubby man smiled at Qin Yi, his eyes squinting in amusement.
Dong Zhiping quickly said, "Qin Yi, this is my dad."
"Uh..." Qin Yi was momentarily stunned. He had thought this person was a housekeeper or something, but it turned out to be Dong Zhiping's father.
Dong Zhiping's father, Dong Huaiyu, wasn't tall, about 1.65 meters, white and chubby, with jet-black hair and smooth skin. Dong Zhiping was thirty years old, so his father must be at least in his fifties, but you couldn't tell at all.
"Hello, Uncle, I'm Qin Yi!" Qin Yi quickly greeted him.
"Good kid, looks as handsome as I imagined." Dong Huaiyu's voice was loud and clear, and his smile was full of vigor, not showing any sign of age.
"Imagined?" Qin Yi was a bit baffled.
