"I was just telling a story about a farmer and a snake. As for whether you, Yin Shiqing, want to take it personally, that's up to you. But there's one thing I want to say..."
Su Xiaomeng spoke solemnly,
"If you, Yin Shiqing, are that venomous snake, then I am the one who will cut off your head with a hoe."
"..."
Yin Shiqing's expression was cold. After the two stared at each other in a standoff for more than ten seconds, Yin Shiqing's lips curled slightly upward,
"Then I really look forward to seeing it."
After speaking, he picked up the heavy, long and wide family tree tied with leather cords from the coffee table.
Holding it in his hand, he could still smell the lasting scent of ink that had settled over the years.
Yin Shiqing's eyes were calm. He tore open the family tree and sneered coldly. "Swish!" The family tree was ripped in half!
