"Enough of this, I will handle these matters myself. As the eldest son of the Qin Family, the next Family Head and the Qin Clan can only be controlled by me," Qin Tianming's eyes were filled with a chilling gaze.
Meanwhile, in another villa, Qin Tianchen sat on the sofa, smoking a cigar.
"Father, aren't you planning to do something about it now?"
A young man sat beside Qin Tianchen and spoke, dressed in expensive casual attire, his face fair and a hint of wickedness tugging at the corners of his mouth. It was Qin Tianchen's son, the second young master of the Qin Family, Qin Yun.
"No need to rush. My elder brother is more anxious than I am and that cousin of yours is not an easy one to deal with. Let's just observe the changes for now, and wait to make our move at the very end."
In his hand, Qin Tianchen held a glass of red wine, gently swirling it with a hint of confidence on his face.
