"Brother, I understand!"
Qin Hao hurriedly forced himself to calm down, but his eyes unconsciously darted toward Jiang Ling.
Unlike Qin Feng, that old fox who had spent years running with the wrong crowd, he was like a naive, wide-eyed college student fresh out of school.
Whenever he lied, he felt terribly guilty, as if he were afraid someone would discover his little secret.
"Something's not right!"
Jiang Ling grew even more alert. The more she looked, the more suspicious it seemed.
Qin Hao had never minded her entering his room before, but over the past few days, he'd kept finding excuses to stop her, as if he were afraid she'd discover some unspeakable secret inside.
And now, his nervous expression only proved further that he was hiding something from her.
"Ding-dong! Congratulations, host, on driving a wedge between the Mythical Heavenly Chosen Son and his Happy Couple. You have received 200,000 Villain Points!"
"Another 200,000 in the account!"
Qin Feng was overjoyed, as if the Dog Author had just slipped in another ad.
"Father, is he really a son of the Qin Family?!"
Qin Jian's eyes were full of worry as he questioned the Tenth Ancestor of the Qin Family beside him.
He used to think Qin Hao was just a bonus, but now the more he looked, the more he seemed like a defective product. He couldn't find a single one of the Qin Family's strengths in him.
"He's still young. He needs time to grow!"
The Ten Ancestors stroked his beard. "A blunt weapon can be sharpened; a crude technique can be learned; a weak Dao can be comprehended; an inadequate method can be practiced; if the time isn't right, you can wait. He's only twenty-two. He still has a long road ahead."
"Twenty-two!"
Qin Jian froze,