Tutian Xiaoquan looked down with disdain at Qin Dingshan who had fear written all over his face, and continued, "Patriarch Qin, you broke the agreement first. I suppose our partnership ends here. Farewell!"
He stood up, politely nodded, and without concerning himself with the ashen-faced Qin Dingshan, turned, and left.
Qin Dingshan sat stupidly on the sofa, his mind already in disarray. He opened his mouth to speak, but his voice stuck in his throat and couldn't come out.
Just as Tutian Xiaoquan was about to walk out of the villa's gate, a low and steady voice sounded from outside.
"Mr. Tutian, please wait. My grandfather is of old age, and it's inevitable he loses sight of what's appropriate. Please forgive him."
As the voice died away, a tall figure appeared at the entrance of the villa.
It was Qin Han, who had always been entangled with affairs in Country Jin.
