Yin Jia looked at Cheng Che with a fervent gaze as she said, "That's why the future of the Yin family depends on you, Yin Xing, or Cheng Che. Even if you're Cheng Che, you're the Yin family's only hope for the future."
Cheng Che remained indifferent. "I'm not interested."
Yin Jia frowned. "What does this have to do with your interest? This is your responsibility! I won't ask you to return for my sake, but what about Mom? Mom was innocent! Those people killed her! Shouldn't you seek justice for her?"
Yin Jia's breathing quickened as she spoke.
Cheng Che, who had received a load of information all at once, felt like his heart was in a mess. Nonetheless, he held onto his principles. He said, "I have nothing to do with the Yin family. You're my sister so we can have some contact. However, I'm not going back to the Yin family."
Yin Jia stood up angrily with a loud bang and said, "I've been talking for so long? Have you not been listening?"
