Such a generous decision immediately won Qin Jingyi quite a bit of goodwill.
Watching coldly at the courteous facade that Qin Jingyi put on, Yan Xiaye took the lead in clapping, appearing more joyful than anyone present.
"Did you hear that? Qin Jingyi said he'd take full responsibility. So those of you who can't stand me, line up over here first, and I'll settle scores with him later, leaving him only enough for a bus fare."
What should have showcased Qin Jingyi's calm, cool, and competent demeanor, clearly suited to be the next heir and starkly different from a certain tyrannical heiress, was forcefully turned into a farce by Yan Xiaye's jokes.
Qin Wuyue bowed her head in embarrassment, lest anyone see the teary excitement she hadn't managed to retract.
Qin Jingyi's expression darkened to the extreme, his cold gaze swept over the surrounding crowd afraid to make a sound, fearing that two foolish scions might eagerly step forward.
