"Fine, just starve me to death, you've found your obedient daughter now and don't need this son anymore!"
Qin Jingyi angrily slapped the table, and despite Qin Yan's repeated hints, he still stood up and left resolutely.
Old Mr. Qin put down his chopsticks and rubbed his temples, deeply feeling the incompetence of this son. Family matters should, of course, be settled internally, yet he blatantly disregarded Li Yuntang, behaving so rudely in front of the guests.
Fortunately, Li Yuntang was currently in this kind of relationship with Yan Xiaye; otherwise, once word got out, those vultures who had long been eyeing the Qin Family's assets would be very pleased.
He looked nostalgically at the luxurious splendor under the lights—all of which he gained through a lifetime of endless hardships. Was he really supposed to entrust it to Qin Jingyi and watch it be squandered after his death?
"Foster father?"