"Then what do you suggest we do?" Yao Huixian looked at her daughter and asked for her opinion.

After hearing what Qin Huaiyi said, she also felt that the child in Lin Xiaoxiao's belly was a potential problem.

Qin Huaiyi remained expressionless, but her words were ruthless: "Since he is a major threat, then kill him."

Qin Jinye, who was about to push open the door, froze.

His hand rested on the door, the cold touch sending a chill down his spine.

In that instant, he didn't choose to immediately push open the door and interrupt their conversation.

Instead, they continued eavesdropping.

The room was quiet for at least two minutes.

Just as Qin Jinye's words came to nothing, Yao Huixian spoke up, "How much money do you want?"

Qin Huaiyi replied, "Five thousand."

Yao Huixian: "Okay."

Qin Jinye closed his eyes, pushed open the door expressionlessly, and walked up to the mother and daughter under their terrified gazes.

"Smack!"

He raised his hand and slapped Qin Huaiyi across the face.

He slapped her with all his might, and her face visibly swelled up.

"Dad..." Qin Huaiyi covered her face, looking at him in fear.

Yao Huixian supported her daughter, not daring to look up at him.

Qin Jinye's lips tightened, and he slapped Yao Huixian across the face again, "Idiot."

Things that are superficial.

He really didn't know how to describe the two of them, committing murder and breaking the law for the little thing the old man had.

He never had much to say about idiots.

Before going upstairs, he coldly tossed out a sentence, "You'd better behave yourselves. If you ruin my plans, don't blame me for being impolite."

Money is something you can't take with you when you die, so I really don't know what's the point of scheming about it.