Qin Ming, no matter how composed he was, was still a teenager. He did not hide his feelings, and with a "why should it be so," he expressed his frustration.
Meng Xinghai laughed and said, "Only when you hold the 'rules' can you talk about reason, right?"
At this moment, Qin Ming was holding a Mutton Fat Jade Iron Blade, not because he couldn't control himself, but because he did it on purpose, showing a bit of youthful spirit in front of an elder.
"I shielded him from disaster, yet he was dissatisfied in the end. Where can one reason about that?" Qin Ming spoke, these experiences indeed easily infuriated a person.
"It seems that although you have lived in the Cui Family for more than a decade, you have never considered yourself a noble's son, have you?" Meng Xinghai said.
Qin Ming was startled, then understood his implication.
"Is it because the heir of the Cui Family is noble and beyond reach?" He asked calmly.
