Chen Kang mockingly sneered, standing next to Chen Zheng, his face sporting a cold smirk as he looked at Chen Yang.
Beyond him, several other younger members of the Chens also looked at Chen Yang with ill intent, their eyes filled with mockery, as if they were watching a clown.
"Let him come."
At that moment, Chen Zheng spoke up.
The black-clad bodyguards dispersed, clearing a path for Chen Yang, who walked towards his grandfather's grave with a smile on his face, ignoring Chen Zheng and the others as if they weren't there.
However, Chen Zheng subtly moved and blocked the view of the old man's tombstone, preventing him from paying his respects.
Chen Zheng cast a glance at Qiao Daihan, who was following by Chen Yang's side, a flash of greed in his eyes, and mocked, "Dai Han, I've pursued you for so long, yet you remained unmoved. It turns out you fancied this waste. I wonder what qualities he has that attracted you."
"He has many qualities; in any case, he surpasses you."
