The entire Qin Family's backyard was as quiet as death.
All eyes were focused on Qin Tai, waiting for him to make the final decision.
Seated on the Taishi Chair, Qin Tai bowed his head; the sharpness in his eyes had completely vanished, replaced by exhaustion and helplessness.
He had devoted his entire life to expanding and strengthening Qin Real Estate.
He had believed that Qin Real Estate would continue to be passed down, from one generation, to three, to five...
But reality was always so cruel. Forget about ten generations; the current one was already collapsing.
"Grandpa, it's all right," Youling suddenly spoke up beside Qin Tai.
"Haven't I told you before? I don't really want to inherit the family business."
"If the fourth uncle wants it, let it be his."
Youling's hand gently rested on Qin Tai's shoulder.
In her eyes, her grandfather mattered more.
