"Nuannuan, Mu Fan, I'm sorry to you both!"
Before Ye Nuanxi could finish her surprised remarks, she was interrupted by a voice choked with sobs coming from the entrance. In the next moment, Ye Zhenxiong's tear-streaked face appeared before everyone, followed by two helpless servants, whose expressions plainly showed they could not restrain him, "Nuannuan, Mu Fan, it's Dad's fault, Dad is sorry to you!"
During his speech, Ye Zhenxiong's hand, holding a piece of paper, trembled incessantly, his pale face completely ashen. In just a few short hours, Ye Zhenxiong seemed to have transformed into a different person. Earlier he had been arrogant and tyrannical, determined to secure justice for Ye Qianqian, but now his face spelled out a blend of regret and self-loathing; nobody could have imagined this was the same man!
"What's the matter, having a fit?"
Ye Nuanxi's eyelid twitched, "Or did you get amnesia?"
