"Uncle, what's wrong with you?"
Lady Qin felt that her uncle definitely had some serious illness.
Had his research driven him mad? Otherwise, why would he be so anxious and fearful towards a young girl?
Had he really fallen in love at first sight?
Uncle ignored Lady Qin, realizing that his demeanor had indeed been too agitated and could easily lead to misunderstandings.
He coughed lightly, pretending to be composed, "I'm quite free, I can wait as long as necessary."
He looked at Qin Yuan, speaking in a reproachful tone, "Since your grandfather has specified that your cousin must be present, what's the harm in waiting a bit longer? Or are you so eager to know about the will because you have ulterior motives?"
Qin Yuan's complexion changed slightly at Uncle's words, "Uncle, you're being too harsh."
He speculated in his heart what Uncle meant—could it be that he was under suspicion?