Qi Hu and Su Yimo's nervous demeanor formed a stark contrast against the Han Li duo.
Han Long still stood around apathetically. To him, Han Jingru didn't exist. He didn't even want to look at a weakling like him.
As for Han Li, he sat on the sofa steadily with a hint of a smile on his face. Su Yimo will lose all her hope very soon. Han Jingru will realize how different he is from Han Long. Even so, Han Jingru's tenacity surprised Han Li.
He couldn't help but admit that Han Jingru was much better than Han Jia. If Han Jia could have half of Han Jingru's abilities, he as the next-in-line patriarch would be able to elevate the Han family to greater heights.
“Too bad you're just an abandoned child from a branch family. Even if you had true talent, you were born as a lowlife and you are meant to live as one for the rest of your life. This is your destiny. You don't have any other choice but to accept it,” Han Li flatly said.
Su Yimo's heart was in her throat; she clenched her fists unwittingly as she cheered for Han Jingru.