"Second Uncle, what are you talking about?"
Xiahou Qing could not believe that the man in front of him was his kind and loving second uncle.
It turned out that the fallout happened in an instant. It was as if a hole had been blown open in the riverbank. The mountain torrent that had been accumulating for many years flowed down angrily, not giving him any buffer.
Wherever it passed, faith collapsed!
Xiahou Yi said, "Do you think my stupid brother could have become the City Lord if I hadn't given in to him? Even you were promoted to the City Lord position by me."
"Stupid brother…"
Xiahou Qing did not expect his father to be so unbearable in his second uncle's heart!
He suppressed his anger and said, "In that case, why didn't you become the City Lord yourself? Why did you give in? Why didn't you snatch it earlier? Why did you wait until now, when the dust has settled, to want to snatch everything from me?"
