"Why did you agree..."
Yin Shixiu's lips curled slightly as he picked up the cup beside him, took a sip of water, and leisurely placed it back on the table.
With hands crossed on the chair, he said something that shocked Su Xiaomeng,
"Not being part of the Yin Family, what does it matter what kind of woman you marry?"
"..."
"..."
Yin Bowen felt a tightness in his chest, the veins on his forehead throbbing, facing Yin Shixiu, who had a faint, gentle smile on his face at this moment...
The mask of "reconciliation" and "pleading" had fallen off.
Yin Bowen was somewhat capable, otherwise, he couldn't have maintained his position in the finance department so long relying only on Yin Shiqing's backing.
But...
Such skills were nothing in front of Yin Shixiu.
Their temperaments were worlds apart.
Yin Bowen couldn't hold his temper and immediately gritted his teeth, saying,
"Uncle, what do you mean by that!"
"Literally."
"..."
