"You—" the elderly Ye patriarch, a doctor who had shaken the world and feared neither devils nor thunder, feared nothing more than his own wife.
Even in his sixties or seventies, he still acted like a capricious child, making him both laugh and cry. He sighed and looked at Ye Che with annoyance before tossing out a sentence.
"Keep on spoiling him, and see if you still spoil him when he ends up in prison, and when the entire Ye Family has gone bankrupt!"
Ye Che saw his grandfather exhale deeply and guessed he wouldn't be beaten today. With his grandmother's help, he got up, even purposefully groaning as if his legs were weak and trembling a bit.
Although Zhou Yun's heart ached for her son, she dared not say anything against her father-in-law and could only stand to one side, anxiously.
Seeing the situation, she tentatively relaxed a bit before speaking, "Dad, what exactly did Ye Che do to make you so angry?"
