If the old madam and Mu Li didn't have such selfish motives, they would definitely entrust Xuxu to Ah Heng. He would be the perfect person to take care of Xuxu for the rest of her life.
Yan sneered coldly and ridiculed her, "Suitable to be treated as a replacement."
Compatible? He couldn't see how they were compatible at all.
Mu Li looked at Yan Rusheng reproachfully. "Third Yan, don't you know how to talk at all?"
"I'm full, so I'm going to sleep now." Yan Rusheng suddenly got up, causing a chilly gust of wind when the tall figure straightened himself.
His eyes swept past Wen Xuxu with a frosty glance and he marched out of the dining room.
Young Master Yan had an indescribable feeling of anxiety and restlessness—he felt miserable.
Once upstairs, he slammed the door with a loud 'bang!'. Even Wen Xuxu and Mu Li who were on the first floor could hear it.
