Xu Xingchen's face turned even paler, looking toward Duan Xiuhao with some unease.
Duan Xiuhao, who was always nervous around the usually stern Patriarch of the Duan Family, had steeled himself to plead on his son's behalf, but he was stumped by the old man's single sentence, forgetting the well-prepared words and could only stammer, "Dad, Xingchen is far more outstanding than that kid Xingye, superior in every aspect!"
The Patriarch wished he could slap this unfilial offspring, Duan Xiuhao, across the face. The old man always favored his own, especially his eldest grandson, Duan Xingye.
The Patriarch had lived for decades and never misjudged a person.
Xingye was simple-minded and kind-hearted, whereas this Xu Xingchen was too cunning.
Just today, the sly Tong Yunrou had tricked him into a debacle, and now he was even more biased against those with too many thoughts in their hearts.
