Lian Qingyang held the clothes, his lips pressed into a straight line, his bright and clear eyes showing not the slightest emotion.
He had a kind heart, no doubt, but sometimes he was single-minded, once he set his mind on something, not even ten oxen could pull him back. Knowing that Lian Qingqing had harmed his aunt and her unborn child, Lian Qingyang felt no sibling affection for Lian Qingqing, let alone that Lian Qingqing wasn't really part of the Lian Family to begin with.
"Qingyang, my father kicked me out, and Ziyue canceled the engagement. I'm just a homeless person now, I..." Lian Qingqing choked and cried, looking so pitiful that passersby couldn't help but feel a twinge of sadness.
Lian Qingyang's expression showed not a trace of emotion. He said coldly, "The house, money, and jewelry that Dad gave you, none of that has been taken back. Each of those things is enough for you to live out a comfortable second half of your life."
Lian Qingqing's expression stiffened.
