Indeed, Qin Jingyi's face immediately darkened.
With a sinister glare at Yan Xiaye, he suddenly turned to look at Elder Qin and asked righteously, "Dad, these past few days uncles have been coming to ask for your opinion. I think it's best you make a decision soon to prevent some people from overestimating themselves and not knowing their own weight."
His words, both overt and covert, were clearly mocking and ridiculing Yan Xiaye.
Elder Qin's gray eyebrows furrowed slightly, hesitantly glancing at Yan Xiaye, who was quietly eating porridge, and then ponderously spoke, "Since you said so, I can give both you and Xiaye a chance to compete fairly. Do you have any objections?"
"What objections can I have? Even though I lost the heir position inexplicably, at least I still have a 'fair competition' opportunity. I should really be thankful to you."
