"What? Anyu is dead?!"
Yan Xihu's eyes turned red as he stepped forward and grabbed Qin Mei by the collar to question him.
Qin Mei glanced at him, a mocking sneer in his foxy eyes, and coldly chuckled, "My mother's life or death has nothing to do with you!"
The nameless anger and rejection inside him made his handsome face look unpleasant.
When his mother passed away, he was young, and the only kinship between mother and son, now recalled, turned sour.
It was because before Yan Anyu died, she was in a pitiable state, wasting away on her sickbed, and until her last breath, she worried about her sister who hadn't come home, dying with her eyes still open.
Now, suddenly, her family appears, and inside him lurks a nameless rage to blame.
The power of the Yan Family in Northern England, as Yan Xirong had earlier described to him, was clear enough; they even married a princess from the Royal Family, showing they could command the wind and summon the rain.
