The opponent's rude attitude clearly showed they didn't take Yan Xiaye seriously.
Qin Jingyi watched coldly from the sidelines, his expression much improved from a moment ago, eagerly anticipating Yan Xiaye trembling in embarrassment.
In contrast, Yan Xiaye leisurely returned a light look to the other party, opening her mouth to speak with a half-smile, "This is the Qin Family. If you're unsure what to call me, you can call me the Miss."
"The Miss, just based on you?"
The man, who was over fifty, burst into exaggerated laughter, lifted the whiskey by his side, and downed it in one gulp, spewing alcohol breath as he boisterously declared, "Little girl, don't think you're something just because you're the brother's daughter. The reason the Qin Family is what it is today is because of our elders' accumulated efforts, not for you youngsters to reap the benefits effortlessly."
