"That's between her and me. You have no business asking about it."
Old Mr. Qin frowned in annoyance and shooed away his ever-troublesome son: "Do whatever you're supposed to do, kid. I don't care what you do with your good-for-nothing friends outside, just don't come home and take it out on Miss Yan."
Qin Jingyi averted his gaze, feeling guilty about the ludicrous things he had been doing recently, and growled with less conviction, "What? The Qin Family can tolerate an illegitimate daughter with a dubious background but can't tolerate its rightful heir? If anyone should leave, it should be her. Why should I go?"
"Because I'm not dead yet, it's not your turn to call the shots in the Qin Family!" Old Mr. Qin glared furiously, wishing he could kick Qin Jingyi straight out of the door.
Over the years, his guilt towards Yan Xiaye had piled up, becoming almost unbearable at night, and he even needed professional psychological counseling for temporary peace of mind.
