"Aunt, it's been years since we've met, and your mouth is still as foul as ever. Back then, Xiao Feng suggested you cut down on spicy food. It seems Aunt didn't take my advice to heart," Qin Feng said in a deep voice.
Clearly, even though this person was his and Qin Yitian's aunt.
But the relationship didn't seem very good.
Just upon meeting, they began to exchange sarcastic remarks.
Indeed, in such a big family, what is blood relation worth?
The stakes in benefits are too high, and there's too much open and secret strife.
Just like the royal family in ancient times, even blood brothers plotted against each other behind their backs.
Facing Qin Feng's sarcastic remarks, Qin Qiyu smiled slightly and said, "Xiao Feng, it's been eight years, and your mouth is still as sharp as before. It seems that when a man can't truly possess a certain woman, his mouth becomes sharp."
"Aunt advises you, stop practicing martial arts. If you continue, you'll still be a monk at forty or fifty."
