"Dad, I can't be part of this family anymore."
Qiao Yi sat on the floor and wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth. The color of blood spread across his cheek and made him look sinister.
"Qiao Yi! Did your mother and I give birth to you and raise you just to have you involve yourself in that kind of unscrupulous business?" Old Master Qiao reprimanded his son.
Qiao Yi shook his head and slowly got up. He looked at the other descendants of the Qiao family who were kneeling and said, "Dad, you've told me since young that I can inherit the Qiao family assets only if I do my job well."
Qiao Yi looked at Old Master Qiao with a cold smile. "I didn't do well in the mainstream businesses, so you sent me overseas to gain experience. I worked hard alone for so many years and finally found a way to make a fortune, but you say that I'm unscrupulous."
