"President Qin, why are you staying silent at a time like this? You're the head of the family and love throwing your weight around. This is the perfect chance for you to stand up for your daughter, teach the Ji Family a lesson, and reap some benefits."
Qin Mo's words were biting, and she was pointing out the exact tactics Qin ZhenGuo usually employed.
She also understood why Qin ZhenGuo didn't want to speak up.
What could he say at a time like this? Say that the child is his, that he doesn't want to blow things out of proportion so as not to tarnish his reputation?
"Are you silent because you're feeling guilty?"
Qin Mo's lips curled into a mocking smile, her eyes devoid of warmth, as though enjoying the show. She folded her arms and watched Qin ZhenGuo. The man behind her observed her theatrics indifferently—this sharp tongue was not something honed overnight.
Qin ZhenGuo wished he could strangle her.
She clearly knew everything yet insisted on coming here.