Hearing Qin Hongtao's words, Qin Guobiao was so angry that his nose almost went crooked. He had never seen such a good-for-nothing fool in his life.
His wife and child had been killed. It was fine if this fool did not go up to help, but he was actually only worried about the distribution of money. However, what gave him a headache and frustration was that this was his son.
"Shut up!" Qin Guobiao shouted in a low voice. Qin Hongtao pursed his lips and muttered something, not daring to say another word.
Qin Xi suddenly smiled brightly.
She did not even look at Qin Hongtao. She pointed at the Qin family on the ground and looked at Qin Guobiao mockingly. "Are you saying that as long as I give you the property rights of the orchard and 100,000 yuan as hush money, you won't expose me for killing them?"