Nan Fang frowned. "Suyi, did you know that the old master was very angry with you. He is paralyzed now. If you see him again, won't that make him angrier?"
Suyi sneered. "I believe you know better than anyone else why my father is paralyzed."
"Of course I know," Nan Fang sighed, "The old master only has one daughter, and he wants you to be good and obedient, but you disobeyed him, and… You did countless things that made him so angry! For the sake of my master's health, I can't let you see him. But you are still the young lady of the Nan family, and no one can take your place."
This was the last sentence that Wei Rong heard when she arrived.
She saw the same light in Nan Fang's eyes again, and her expression was somewhat cold. Bottomless anger bubbled in her heart.
She said, "Suyi, my husband is right. You are the eldest daughter of the Nan family, and no one can replace you. The old master is sick. It's better if you don't meet him."
