Qiao Youtian was blunt. Family inheritance had always been a taboo in big, rich families like this one, but no one could look past it.
No one in the living room dared to speak a word and all eyes were on the majestic, king-like man.
However, he acted as if he heard nothing. He then went up to Old Master Qiao and sat down next to the latter.
The look on Qiao Youtian's face changed when he saw Qiao Yu's reaction. He was obviously displeased. What kind of attitude was that? Was Qiao Yu not going to explain himself at all?
Moreover, Qiao Zhiming, who was Qiao Yu's senior, was still standing. How could Qiao Yu sit down?
Qiao Youtian had disliked his cousin since they were little. That guy had excellent grades and good looks and was the eldest son of their grandfather's eldest child. Qiao Youtian was inferior to Qiao Yu in every single aspect. So much so that people seemed to have forgotten that the Qiao family even had another grandson.
