"Indeed, after all, the eldest daughter is his flesh and blood. How could the chairman, even if he dotes on his stepson, possibly hand over half of the empire he built from scratch to a stepson with no blood relation?"
"..."
Stepson.
Stepson, stepson, stepson!!!
These words echoed in Yin Hao's ears, deeply stimulating his nerves.
The looks cast upon him were filled with such pity, disdain, mockery…
Yin Hao was not a naturally noble and fragile delicate young master; he had heard such humiliating words countless times since he was young.
But, who could truly get used to not caring about humiliation?
Yin Hao's tongue ruthlessly grinded against the inside of his cheek, and a few strands of viciousness and gloom surfaced in his narrow eyes.
Suddenly, he spoke up:
"Father, I'm afraid… this isn't appropriate."
As his voice trailed off,
the conference room returned to silence.
In that moment, everyone's gaze—including Ming Ge's—was cast towards Yin Hao.
