"Old ginger is spicier, old people are wilier."
Leyu sighed as he got into the car. However, just then someone squeezed in, a tuft of red hair appeared in his line of sight: "Mind sharing a ride? We're going the same way anyway."
"Your surname is Qin and mine is Jing, our families are different, how are we going the same way?" Leyu pushed him away expressionlessly, glancing at the Qin family's patriarch boarding the car not far away: "No matter how you think about it, you should be dealing with your next steps with your father right now, what do you want with me?"
"To be honest, I'm in charge of the Qin family now." Qin Leyin's lips curled up: "And my response strategy is to seek a partnership with you."
Leyu had a vague premonition all along, after all, Qin Leyin's every move before was too bold, not at all like decisions a young man with merely inheritance rights would dare to make.
