The other two brothers, Boss and the third brother, just stood at the back with expressions on their faces showing it had nothing to do with them, not showing a trace of concern for their father.
Old Mr. Qin felt even more bitter; he actually understood his children well, each one like a white-eyed wolf, but he wasn't willing to blame others, nor did he blame anyone. He had neglected their education when he was young, leading them to be this way, which was related to him.
However, as he was nearing the end of his life, seeing them so indifferent, his heart still ached, feeling a deep, bone-chilling desolation. Old age, who else is left by one's side?
Old Mr. Qin glanced at Qin Huai, who was pouring water for him, and he felt a lot more comforted. Although his children fell short, at least he had a grandson, ensuring he wouldn't be utterly alone at the critical moment of life.
