"Qin Fan!"
With tears streaming down his face, Old Master Qin instinctively reached for Qin Fan's ankle.
But Qin Fan agilely dodged. He scoffed, "Save it. You can tell my grandmother yourself when you see her in the afterlife."
After speaking, he sniffled, took a deep breath, and strode forward again.
However, as he passed Qin Jie and Qin Moran, he suddenly stopped. "Thank you for the kindness you showed me back then," he said slowly. "I know. I know it all."
"Qin Fan, I hate you! I hate you!" Qin Moran wept, her voice laced with hatred as she clenched her fists.
"Hate me all you want, but don't go looking for death. I won't show you any mercy just because you were once kind. The fact that you and your father can stand here safely today is a blessing of Creation! I hope you don't choose to throw that away."
With a slow smile, his heart as still as water, Qin Fan strode past the hundreds of trembling eyes, walking off the birthday dais and heading out.
