"Father, if you have something to say to me, please don't make it difficult for Little Xuanxuan, she doesn't know—"
"You shut up!"
The senior Yan, facing the "unfilial wretch" that made him feel like his life was shortened by ten years, really had no patience.
After interrupting him, a pair of sharp hawk-like eyes turned toward Yu Chiyin.
Two seconds later, Senior Yan spoke, "Follow me inside."
Senior Yan turned to go in, but Yu Chiyin remained standing in place, unmoved.
Seeing Lu Fengxuan's tear-reddened eyes, a trace of thin anger appeared on his stern face, but it was because of Lu Fengxuan's position that he chose to endure in silence.
"I was discussing some matters with Grandpa and couldn't hold back my emotions, my crying has nothing to do with Grandpa."
Lu Fengxuan saw that they had misunderstood, and firmly explained.
