Yin Jinhui looked at Yin Jiakui, who was wagging his tail and begging on the ground like a dog, and an unspeakable feeling of disgust suddenly welled up within the depths of her heart.
Time and time again, she cared about her blood and family, but all she got in return was disappointment.
In her heart, she had always treated Yin Jiakui as her older brother, but this person really didn't deserve it.
Yin Jinhui took two steps back and coldly said, "Then, you can just go to hell."
Yin Jiakui didn't expect Yin Jinhui to say that. He didn't play dead anymore. He got up from the ground and sneered. "Since you're so heartless, then don't blame me for being cruel."
Yin Jinhui didn't say anything and turned to leave.
The man who had spoken earlier gave her a look, and two men came over to stop her.
Yin Jiakui walked in front of the man and leaned over with a flattering smile. "Brother Sheng, I have an idea..."
