Although Xia Bing was the older brother of Xia Tao, none of the traits of a prodigal son could be seen in him, and his composure had even exceeded that of his peers by a great deal.
Therefore, Xia Shouren always kept Xia Bing by his side, hoping to cultivate him well, and then entrusted Xia Tao to Xia Youjie.
"What do you think we should do?" Xia Shouren asked with confusion.
"That Li, the little farmer, is after all related to the Wei Family. As the saying goes, you don't look at the monk's face but look at the Buddha's face, not to mention that compared to the Wei Family, we are not as strong as they are!"
Xia Bing's eyes flashed with a sinister expression as he spoke, "Recently, haven't the Wei Family and the Qin Family been at odds with each other?"
"Are you thinking of joining forces against the Wei Family?"
