Looking at Qin Fan's unmoved demeanor, Zhou Yitian was taken aback for a moment. He could understand if Qin Fan didn't know what the name "Zhou Yitian" represented. After all, he was a pariah cast out by the Qin Family, a cowardly good-for-nothing who was the laughingstock of Jiangzhou's high society.
But he's indifferent even to the fact that I'm Ji Yuchen's father? Has this cast-off from the Qin Family, who has already hit rock bottom, abandoned even the most basic etiquette?
Zhou Yitian let out a cold laugh. Deep down, his disgust and contempt for Qin Fan intensified. He couldn't be bothered with idle chatter and cut straight to the point. "I don't know what you're up to, and I don't care to know. But let me tell you—and you can take this as a warning—stay away from Yuchen. Keep your petty scheming hidden away. You and Yuchen are not from the same world, nor are you meant to be together. The most suitable relationship for you two is that of strangers. Do you understand?"
