Even though Yin Shaohui tapped his cane, she couldn't help but secretly focus her attention on her aching legs.
She shuffled her feet, finally feeling a bit more comfortable...
"The lineage of the Yin Family is still continuing, and the family rules and ancestral teachings need someone to inherit. My wife and I have managed the Yin Family for over thirty years, but now we're old, and it's hard for us to keep up physically and mentally."
Upon saying this, a quiet murmuring began to fill the previously silent setting.
"Especially because times are changing too fast; the old traditional concepts of us old folks are not recognized by the young anymore."
"On this great day of ancestral worship, my wife and I, along with Shao Huai, Shaoqun, and Shao Ting, unanimously decided to let Yin Shixiu inherit the role of Family Head of the Yin Family, and Su Xiaomeng as Family Matriarch."
"..."
