Yan Zhiyuan was very angry. He felt his blood rushing to his head.
Why was Su Hua so sharp-tongued?
Su Chong also echoed with cupped fists, "That's right. Lord Yan is usually on good terms with us. Now that he's sick, we came to visit him and you are stopping us. No one will believe that there's nothing strange about this. When we report it to the emperor, everything will be revealed."
"You, you—"
Yan Zhiyuan was so angry that he did not know what to say. How could they accuse him so easily?
Although it was all true, they didn't see it. If they didn't see it, it was nonsense. How could they make things up?
Su Hua was just guessing, but judging from Yan Zhiyuan's emotions, his guess was most likely true.
Su Hua did not say much to Yan Zhiyuan. Instead, he said to Su Chong and Su Xiaolu, "Brother, Xiaolu, since Little Lord Yan doesn't allow us to see Lord Yan, there's no need for us to force him. Let's go back."
