"Are you Yin Tian?"
The middle-aged man spoke, his gaze scrutinizing as he sized up Yin Tian.
"Isn't that a rhetorical question?"
Yin Tian, seated on a chair, spoke unhurriedly, "Do you think I'm here to play house with you?"
The middle-aged man had not expected Yin Tian to talk back so sharply.
He let out a cold harrumph and then turned to look at Old Mr. Xia, "Uncle, is he the one you brought here?"
"Dongguang, mind your words, he was invited over."
Old Mr. Xia spoke indifferently.
"Invited?"
Xia Dongguang let out a cold laugh, "Since when does the Xia Family need to ask you to 'invite' Yin Tian over?"
When saying the word "invite," his tone was peculiarly sarcastic, filled with disdain.
"Oh? Then who was it that sent someone to find me at the hospital, asking me to come to the Xia Family?"
Yin Tian's face was adorned with a scornful smile, "And who was it that got so scared they didn't dare to fart in front of my Qiao?"
"What did you say!"
