Qin Hao looked at Chu Zhengwei and smiled. He had, of course, understood the meaning behind Chu Zhengwei's words, but he paid them no mind.
Had this been the Chu Family of old, the Qin family certainly wouldn't have been so dismissive. But compared to the current Qin family, the Chu Family of today had long since ceased to be a worthy opponent.
'So what if the Chu Family found an adopted grandson? He's just a young man. So what if he has talent and potential? Who knows if he'll ever get the chance to rise to a high station, or how long it would even take him!'
'Even if that day ever came, by the time the Chu Family finally had a chance to get back on its feet, the Qin family would have already ascended to a level far beyond their reach.'
Never mind Qin Chongming—even he, Qin Hao, held little respect for the Chu Family. Otherwise, he wouldn't have just said what he did in front of so many people.
