The crowd buzzed with shock, quickly drowning out Qin Jingyi's furious roar.
"Yan Xiaye, don't get smug!"
Staring venomously at Yan Xiaye, Qin Jingyi sneered coldly, "Don't forget, before our father fainted, he didn't agree to anything you said. The position of the heir is still Qin Jingyi's! Who do you think you are?"
Before his words had even finished, Li Yuntang, with a inscrutable smile, lifted his leg and kicked Qin Jingyi three meters away.
The forceful blow made Qin Jingyi cough up blood on the spot, his eyes brimming with hatred that was chilling to witness.
But with Old Mr. Qin not around, Qin Jingyi, as the heir, had lost his strongest support. He gritted his teeth and left begrudgingly.
Watching Qin Jingyi's limping figure fade into the distance, Yan Xiaye once again looked up towards the empty second-floor balcony, murmuring uneasily, "Li Yuntang, he's probably faking it, isn't he..."
Otherwise, how could it be such a coincidence?
