After another long speech, Qin Jie stood up and motioned to Qin Moran.
"Dad, I, I, I—!" Stammering, Qin Moran wore a look of struggle.
"Third Brother, what do you mean? At this point, are you the only good person in the Qin family, and the rest of us are worthless?" Qin Jun slammed the table and roared angrily.
"Not at all. I'm just stating what I know and believe to be a fact. If you agree, fine. If not, just assume I'm full of hot air! It's that simple!" Qin Jie said with a shrug.
"Third Brother, isn't that a bit too much!" Anger was written all over his face as Qin Jiang spoke, his expression grim.
"Moran, come here. Walk with me! Let them do whatever they want!" Shaking his head with a dismissive smile, Qin Jie motioned to Qin Moran again.
"COUGH, COUGH. Moran, go with your dad. This has nothing to do with you anymore," Old Mr. Qin said, covering his mouth as he coughed dryly.
"Grandpa, what about you—?"
"Grandpa will be fine. Don't worry. Go, go with your dad."
