"Ah..."
Qin Jiuge silently sighed, then launched into a masterful performance. "Others may not know, but Father, don't you know?"
At those words, Qin Ming before him was momentarily dumbfounded.
How could he not know?
Could it be that there was something he had overlooked and still knew nothing about?
If that were true, then it had to be taken seriously now. Otherwise, it would be no good for the Qin Family.
"What exactly happened? Tell me. Your father is listening."
Qin Ming's eyes brimmed with tears, his gaze misty. His acting was indeed several notches more dazzling than Qin Jiuge's.
As expected of someone from the older generation. The roads he had walked and the salt he had eaten were not things a young man like Qin Jiuge could compare to in a short time.
Thus, father and son immediately began an acting contest here. As for who won and who lost, they were evenly matched, impossible to distinguish—as though they had learned from the same master, neither able to break the other's moves.
"Enough. Stop pretending."
In the end, Qin Ming was the first to lose patience. "Keep this up, and anyone outside who hears us will think there's something seriously wrong with both father and son."
Qin Jiuge immediately composed himself and became obedient.
Qin Ming let out a long, heavy sigh as he faced his son.
He was truly caught in a difficult position, and for a moment, he even felt a trace of resentment toward those old fellows in the clan.
For something like this—
Couldn't they persuade him themselves?
Why did they have to make this old man step forward?
"Tell me, what do you intend to do now? The Qin Family has reached the point where it must consider matters concerning the next