Qin Shao's lips twitched uncontrollably.
In his memory, the impression of his mother was not much left, so he didn't understand.
But he could analyze that she was definitely not of the same breed as Qin Yuan.
To keep her man so tightly controlled, so much so that even after her death, people couldn't forget her, and to dote on her daughter like that... she was definitely a woman with means and strength.
But Qin Yuan was different; she was a fool who didn't know her place.
He was a bit speechless and said, "Dad, why are you saying all this?"
Qin Tian looked melancholy and said, "Afraid I won't have the chance to say it later..."
Qin Yao, Qin Shao: "..." Just what kind of a remarkable oddity is this.
He hasn't died yet!
And he's already here giving his last words?
Qin Tian wasn't finished yet; the more shocking part was still to come.
