"How am I supposed to help?"
Qin Jiuge shot them an annoyed look and snorted. "If I help one of them, won't the others raise the roof?
If I help the others, won't this one raise the roof?
Why don't you lend a hand instead?"
Qin Jiuge retorted directly. Qin Run stared at his nose, his nose at his heart, while Qin Shidi and Qin Wuchen immediately lowered their heads, as if to say that they had not opened their mouths just now, so naturally this had nothing to do with them. Their whole approach was plainly one of keeping themselves out of it.
Qin Jiuge rolled his eyes at the three of them again. Sure enough, when something truly happened, none of these bastards could be relied upon.
Brotherhood had long gone out of fashion these days.
Everyone worshipped the God of Wealth. Who still worshipped Lord Guan Gong?
No one in the jianghu was truly a brother. When a brother ran into trouble, the phone was always unreachable.
Qin Jiuge was practically about to be angered to death. His helpless gaze turned forward again. The Battlefield of Carnage before him had not calmed down because of this; instead, it only grew more unbearable.
"It is not for a few young ladies to speak up. Within this Qin Family, some are madams and principal wives, while others are merely little wives. So what?"
"If Qin Jiuge, the head of this household and its master, does not say a word, do you all truly think you can ascend to the grand hall?"
A mocking smile spread across Feng Ming's face. She was clearly intent on blowing this matter up today.
At the critical moment, Tian Yao Kui stepped forward. "What? Am I not fit to enter the grand hall either?