Qiu Shangqing turned his gaze toward Chen Xing, "Young Chen, there's a good place. Would you like to go there with us?"
Qiu Qi's eyes turned red, My dear great-uncle, what are you talking about? Why are you inviting someone else to join us on this opportunity that's been sent to us on a silver platter?
Qiu Qi's lips moved as he was about to speak, but when he locked eyes with Qiu Shangqing's majestic gaze, he immediately cowered and swallowed all the words he was about to say.
In the Qiu family, Qiu Shangqing was a figure towering and commanding as the sky and the sea itself, with words as heavy as nine cauldrons, never going back on his word.
It was also under his hands that the Qiu family, once an obscure little clan, had grown and strengthened to its current state.
Qiu Qi understood very well that everything he had today relied on the support of his great-uncle.
