He felt that anger, previously suppressed, once again flare up within him. It was no less than his own feelings of resentment. Every time he thought of how unmercifully Qin Ye had squeezed him out at the flea market that afternoon, the fires of his rage blazed anew.
Uncle had no sons, yet he favored that girl over his own nephews, which made no sense to him at all.
Could it really be that Uncle wanted to leave the house and money to someone outside the family? He felt that Uncle must have lost his mind.
Qin Ye's gaze shifted, "Grandma, no matter what, you're still Uncle's mother! It's been more than half a year... and he didn't even bother to visit you after coming back—that's really too much. It doesn't matter if he doesn't acknowledge us, but how could he possibly not acknowledge you?"
