Seeing that he couldn't avoid it, Qin Lang could only turn around to close the door, wondering how he got so unlucky. He hoped his uncle wouldn't be angry enough to kick him out. If he were to name the person he feared the most in the Qin family, it would undoubtedly be Qin Huaihe.
Qin Lang didn't even know why he didn't fear his father, but his uncle instead. That fear, for some unknown reason, had never changed over the years.
Qin Huaihe walked to the desk and took the brochures from his brother's hands, reading them line by line, page by page, carefully.
But he felt a bitter taste in his heart. He considered himself lucky, for God had given him two children after he lost the love of his life. Now that he knew not only was his beloved alive and well but also living a good life, it hurt him. But it was still better than not knowing how she was doing.
