Qin Shengqiang, under the protection of several people, walked into the backyard, dressed in a suit and leather shoes, his expression cold.
"Uncle, why!"
"What on earth did Grandfather do to deserve this from you?"
"Do you hate him so much that you wanted to kill him!" Qin Youling's voice trembled.
Although she had known that one of her uncles must have been behind the plot against Grandfather, facing it in reality, she still couldn't control the rage in her heart, and...fear.
The Qin Family's business was vast, and it wasn't unusual for there to be power struggles within such a large family.
But, this was murder!
And to kill one's own father!
How could he bring himself to do it.
"Indeed, there's nothing he did to wrong me."
"Giving birth to me, raising me, those were already great kindnesses," Qin Shengqiang said, glancing at the windows and doors filled with crossbow arrows, his tone flat.
"But, he was just too biased."
