"Chen Feng, in your youth, you will yearn and aspire for beautiful things, which is only natural, but you must remember one thing: in reality, all that is beautiful actually requires money and power to achieve. Do you understand what I mean?"
Qin Long said with gravity.
"Dad, how can you think that way? First of all, Chen Feng has the capability, and as for money, if he has the capability, would he still fear lacking money?"
Qin Yi urgently spoke up, defending Chen Feng.
"Shut your mouth."
Qin Long glared at his own daughter.
"I didn't say anything wrong," Qin Yi muttered, unconvinced.
"Chen Feng, what Qin Yao's second uncle has said may be blunt, but it's also heartfelt. Seriously consider it. Sigh, to be honest, you are quite good, but the Qin family cannot wait for your rise."
Old Sir Qin sighed.
"I find that hard to understand."
Chen Feng said.
