171 What kind of sprite did you say you transformed from?_1

Qiao Dongyang's face, filled with resentment, slowly darkened. The look he gave Assistant Hou was like tempered steel, ready to tear him limb from limb, "For me, why not just let me inherit directly?"

"You were too young! Your elder and younger uncles, which of them isn't ruthless? With how young you were back then, burdened with the family's vast fortune, wouldn't they have torn you apart? Just look at Mr. Qiao, and you'll understand."

Family businesses, full of open and secret battles.

In these years, when has there been a day of peace?

Assistant Hou tried to convince him, "No matter how poorly your father treated you, he is still your father. Over these years, he hasn't mistreated you—"

Qiao Dongyang sneered, "That's because of Grandfather's will."

Alas! Assistant Hou sighed, unable to refute, "The old man said a lot of things on his deathbed, every sentence was a reminder to Mr. Qiao, he entrusted the future rise and fall of the Qiao family entirely to you..."