Qi Family.
The lavish and grand living room was full of people, yet so quiet that one could hear a pin drop.
Qi Guoyuan set down his teacup, his dignified and profound gaze sweeping over the people in the room, he said, "The situation is as such, everyone speak up and make a decision!"
"We have basically figured out Li Qing's background. He's an orphan, the kind nobody cares about when dead," said a middle-aged man who bore a striking resemblance to Qi Guoyuan, seated to his left.
"In my opinion, find an opportunity to bring that kid to our house, subject him to a harsh interrogation, and I refuse to believe he won't cooperate!"
"I support the third brother's idea," a balding middle-aged man on the other side also spoke.
"Our family has been eyeing the Han King Tomb for decades, sacrificing so many of our clan members, how could we let an insignificant orphan just get his hands on it? The deal was going well, and then he suddenly changed his terms, what does this mean?"
