"Oh, stop crying."
Though Nan Yuanshan tried to console his wife, tears streamed down his own face, a picture of sorrow.
But it wasn't true concern for his daughter he was feeling, it was for that painting of his.
And to go along with Luo Manhua's acting.
The two of them played their parts in harmony, deeply immersed.
Ye Zhantian's gaze swept past them, looked inside the house, at the jewelry boxes scattered on the table, the famous painting spoiled by tea, and the old man's cold and disdainful expression...
He instantly understood what was happening.
"Ye Dong."
"Present."
"Please take the guests back to Zhantian Tower!"
"Yes." Ye Dong respectfully invited, "Mr. Nan, Mrs. Nan, please!"
"This, this..."
Nan Yuanshan and Luo Manhua were momentarily at a loss.
"The main tower will not entertain guests; we will entertain ourselves."
Ye Zhantian's eyes were unfriendly as he strode into the house.
"Zhantian..." Nan Zhifeng hurriedly grabbed him, "don't start a fight."
