Yet, Qin Jingyi refused to let her off easily.
As she remained silent, Qin Jingyi's voice echoed in the hall repeatedly, sounding almost sinister.
"Qin Jingyi, haven't you said enough?"
Frowning in frustration, Yan Xiaye said dejectedly, "Even if it's just for today, can you be a little quieter?"
"Quiet?" As if hearing the biggest joke in the world, Qin Jingyi laughed heartily, "Not only do you want me to be quiet, you wish I were like father and stay quiet forever. This way, no one would compete with you for the inheritance. Am I right?"
If he hadn't brought it up, Yan Xiaye would have almost forgotten about it.
Pressing her lips painfully, she knew well her father's unfulfilled wishes in his lifetime but really had no good feelings towards Qin Jingyi.
After a brief silence, Yan Xiaye spoke calmly, "You needn't worry, I won't compete with you."
