Yan Yiqi's eyes, filled with red blood vessels, stared at the three Qin siblings as if he could never get enough of them.
His youngest daughter had passed away early, leaving behind three children, which brought him both comfort and endless sadness.
Yan Anyu had not been in touch with the family for many years, which he ultimately found unacceptable.
Having heard the conversation between Yan family's father and son, Qin Anguo seemed to understand the crux of Yan Yiqi's unease and said hoarsely, "Anyu was injured before, with a blood clot pressing on her brain nerves, and she has forgotten many things."
Yan Yiqi's eyes became sharp, "Who hurt her?!"
Yan Xihu's face turned ferociously cold, "Anyu was hurt?!"
The father and son were both enraged, the fury emanating from them rapidly filling the room.
Qin Anguo shook his head, "I don't know how Anyu got injured, it wasn't apparent when I met her, she told me after we got to know each other.
