Yu Zekun instinctively lunged forward, only to hear a dull thud as the ashtray smashed onto his chest, followed by a crisp sound as it hit the floor, shattering into pieces.
"Chen Yan, are you calm down...."
"Calm? Yu Zekun, did you not hear what I just said? It was her, your beloved niece who lost your daughter. Did you hear that, you idiot?"
The last sentence was bellowed out by Mu Chenyan with all her might, her eyes bloodshot as she stared down Yu Zekun, who was shielding Yu Xin.
Yu Zekun opened his mouth to say something, but seeing his wife's blood-red eyes, his lips moved twice, yet not a sound came out.
Yu Heng sneered, "What? Can't Dad come up with an excuse for her this time?"
Yu Zekun turned his head and glared at him, "Yu Heng...."
