Quan Lao Yezi was silenced by Quan Jinbei's discourse.
What could he say?
Concern himself with his son's affairs in the bedroom?
He had yet to fall so low as to disrespect himself in such a way.
Yet the more he thought about it, the more stifled he felt.
He looked at Shi Yaoguang with increasing disdain.
To this, Shi Yaoguang had no objections whatsoever.
After all, she didn't care about the old man's reactions; whatever he wanted to do, he could just do it.
It was at that moment Quan Sicheng spoke up, hoping to fight for his own rights one last time, "If you want to reveal my identity, I have no objections, but after all, I am also a part of the Quan Family, with the Quan Family's blood running through my veins. You can't just give me nothing and expect me to leave."
Upon hearing this, Shi Yaoguang thought for a moment and said, "You want to make demands?"
Quan Sicheng looked at her resolutely.
Shi Yaoguang nodded, "Fine."
