Zhou Mengqin's eyes were calm...
"What do you mean, why?"
"Why what? Mom, are you really saying there's no reason?!"
Yin Shixiu's expression was stern, seeming as if he wouldn't rest until he got to the bottom of things.
But what about the two elders of the Yin Family?
"Your older brother is a war orphan. Your mother and I brought him home, and he became a member of the family. If he doesn't take the surname Yin, then what should it be?"
Yin Shixiu silently looked at Yin Shaohui, their similar eyes meeting—one was young and resilient, the other weathered but steadfast.
"In that case, the position of Family Head rightfully belongs to him. What reason do I have to contest it?"
"Fourth, are you throwing a tantrum with us?"
Yin Shaohui frowned and asked.
Because from Yin Shixiu's tone, it sounded just like a child's tantrum.
This wasn't the first time the father and son had butted heads.
Neither one would give way to the other.
