Chapter 6150: Subordinates panic

Zhao Ziming's words paused, and he thought about it carefully: "Just say, this is the sincerity and love of his clan for him, and please don't let him down my mind!"
But Steward Qi was embarrassed, stepped forward and lowered his voice: "Patriarch, this matter...I'm afraid it is wrong."
Zhao Ziming's eyes narrowed instantly: "What's wrong? What's wrong?"
"Since Young Master Qin sent the things back, and then sent them back, I must not accept them... It's better, the patriarch accepts them, and after thanking them, we will see his reaction."
Zhao Ziming's pupils couldn't help but shrink: "What...what does this mean? You are not worried, this guy already knows what, so he sent the things back, which is equivalent to... declare war on me?"
"...Declare war?! This, maybe not... If Master Qin really knows something, Patriarch, with all due respect, I guess, it's not as simple as sending the food back!!"
"..."
In a word, Zhao Qin's expression changed rapidly.
After a long time, he nodded thoughtfully: "Yes, if it is really like what we thought, the result of the matter will definitely not be what it is now! But... but if it is not like that, he will send back the food, what else meaning?"
Steward Qi tentatively asked: "Why don't I go over and take a look? This way, he can understand his mind and also show that the patriarch attaches great importance to this matter."
"Okay, housekeeper Qi, you will take a trip yourself...Remember, the consistent purpose of this incident is to always focus on Zhao Qin's mind no matter what goes wrong. Whatever he wants, you do... …"
"The patriarch can rest assured, I know this in my mind and know what to do!"
Steward Qi bowed and walked away quickly.
However, after taking two steps, he turned back, called two people, and followed him with two small dishes.
Feng Chenglin's eyes were quick, and he quickly grabbed one of the people who had been named, and calmly took what was in his hand.
The man looked dazed, but he didn't dare to move, he could only watch Feng Cheng and Lin Yibu catching up.
But Steward Qi didn't know this, but quickly found Zhao Qin's place.
As soon as he entered the door, he threw himself on the ground and gave a big gift.
"Greetings to Mrs. Qian and Master Qin."
Qian Qian and Zhao Qin were sitting opposite each other, and when they saw him saluting, they both looked up lightly.
"no."
"stand up!"
Steward Qi answered, thanked him, and got up.
"Steward Qi, you are the right-hand man of the patriarch, and the busy man in the Zhao family... is even busier than me. Today, how come you have time to come to me?"
Zhao Qin's eyes crossed him and looked at Fengchenglin behind.
"What does the patriarch mean? Why did you return the food again?"
Steward Qi clasped his fists in his hands and bowed in a salute: "If you return to Master Qin, these dishes are self-made, and you brought them to Master Qin."
Feng Chenglin was very winking. He stepped forward quickly, put the food on the table, and quickly backed away, looking at his nose, his nose at his heart, the air was normal.
Zhao Qin looked through his chopsticks and smiled coldly: "Housekeeper Qi, what do you mean? Isn't it because you are worried that my young master will poison him?"
"Master Qin, why do you say that? If you say that, I...I am really terrified!"
Steward Qi looked frightened and shook his head repeatedly: "No, no, Master Qin, don't say that!"