Throughout his life, no matter how Qin Guohua tortured him or how blatantly he favored Qin Pengfei and Qin Xiangmei, Qin Xiangyang never felt hatred. But this time, for the first time, he knew what hatred was. He was filled with deep loathing. Why should he have the right to hit his sister? They never took a single bite or sip from the Qin Family. When he was sick, they wouldn't even give him a penny, clearly wishing for his death.
What kind of father is this? He refuses to acknowledge such a man as his father.
"Why? Simply because she is born of me," Qin Guohua declared, as his foot once again swung up and without courtesy, kicked at Qin Xiangyang's body.
"You cur, speak up, where have you hidden the money?"
"We don't have any money."
