Shi Yiqing's complexion was ashen, and the look she gave Shi Yaoguang was one filled with utter loathing, as if she could eat her alive.
"Shi Yaoguang, what gives you the right to make such a demand? Don't you think it's incredibly excessive?"
"Even if Brother Sicheng is the old man's illegitimate child, what of it? Does that mean he's no longer part of the Quan Family? Isn't everything the Quan Family has spent on him his due?"
Shi Yiqing was indignant, "Even if he's not the son of Quan San Ye, he is Quan San Ye's brother. What right do you have to demand he return everything?"
Seeing her so self-righteously indignant, Shi Yaoguang curled the corners of her lips, "It seems you are quite unhappy with my arrangement."
"Nonsense!"
Shi Yiqing's eyes almost rolled back in her head with contempt; it would be strange if she were satisfied.
She had thought she might have a chance to become the heir to the Wei Family.
In the end, nothing.
