He gave Zhang Youye a warning look, who was eager to try and open his mouth to refute the other party.

The old fox, an expert in Tai Chi Bagua formations, gestured for Zhang Youye to calm down and then shut him down.

"Thank you for your kindness, Qin family, but Yiyi is not fortunate enough to enjoy your family's affection."

"Well, I'm not feeling well. The doctor is waiting for me outside. You guys eat first. Lao Wei, you take care of them for me. Yi Yi, come with me to the doctor to get my blood pressure checked."

The conversation was thus deliberately brought to a halt.

After watching the old man and the young man leave the inner hall, ignoring Wei Bo who was waiting there, Qin Quanwei slowly leaned back in his chair.

A shrewd and complex gaze met the undisguised mocking eyes opposite him in mid-air.

"Youye, what do you mean by looking at Uncle Qin like that? Have you forgotten the rules your second uncle taught you? Who gave you permission to interrupt when your elders are speaking?"

Completely disregarding the Qin family, Zhang Youye leisurely took a cigarette and put it in his mouth.

His disdain remained undisguised as he looked up to meet the other person's gaze, his expression full of scrutiny.

Only when facing this group of people does his pride emerge, and his expression becomes arrogant and unruly.

"Uncle Qin, you can say this to your son, why are you saying it to me?"

"What? Is it because I was locked up with my second uncle for a few years that you think I've completely changed my personality? If Uncle Qin really misunderstands, then I have to apologize."

"Zhang Youye, how dare you talk to my dad like that? Don't you have any manners?" Qin Tong asked, frowning.

Click—

Zhang Youye pressed the lighter down, and the flickering flame naturally moved to the lips of the man holding the cigarette.

With his eyes lowered, waiting for the crimson glow to illuminate the lighter, Zhang Youye casually tossed the lighter onto the table, took a deep drag, and let the arrogance and disdain in his eyes vanish into the smoke.

He didn't say anything, but shifted to a more comfortable position and leaned back lazily in his chair.

In a silent space.

His dark eyes, hidden beneath his blond hair, grew even more somber. Then, he glanced coldly at the two of them and casually retorted.

“I’ve been a rude person for a long time. If you want to see someone with manners, go find your father.”