Li Qiao tilted her head, her smile not quite reaching her eyes, "Take on the responsibility alone?"
Ming Zhiyuan forced himself to bow deeply, as if to offer a grand salute, "Yes, I'll take on the responsibility alone. You, being so kind-hearted…"
Before he could finish speaking, he looked up and saw that Li Qiao had already stepped aside to let him pass.
"Patriarch Ming, you are my elder in terms of age, and I am not blessed enough to accept your salute," Li Qiao said, standing a few steps away from Ming Zhiyuan, mockery dancing in her delicate features. "You said you would take on the responsibility, regardless of right or wrong. Does that include the matters of the Mu Family as well?"
In his entire life, Ming Zhiyuan had never lost his composure in front of a younger person.
But at that moment, his form shook as he staggered backwards, his pupils dramatically contracting, "You, you…"
