Yan Shu lifted her head and said, "It's not a bastard! It's my flesh and blood! Dad, it's also the bloodline of our Yan Family, you can't talk about it like that!"
Yan Mushen was almost angered to death!
"How did I end up raising such a shameless thing! I, I might as well kill you today!" Yan Mushen randomly grabbed a vase and fiercely smashed it towards Yan Shu's head.
A glint flashed through Lin Zhizhi's eyes.
She knew her moment to act had arrived.
"Stop!" Lin Zhizhi suddenly lunged forward, blocking the vase for Yan Shu.
"Bang!"
The vase fell to the ground, and the room went silent.
Yan Shu looked in surprise at Lin Zhizhi standing in front of her, "Sister Xiaolin!"
The parents of the Yan Family hadn't expected Lin Zhizhi to take such a hit for Yan Shu.
"Xiaolin, are you alright?" Mrs. Yan anxiously looked at Lin Zhizhi.
