The atmosphere in the dining room had simply plummeted to freezing point.
The standoff between father and daughter became increasingly stiff.
On the side—
Ye Xiaoyi couldn't tell if he was nervous or frightened, but his entire body was slightly trembling, his handsome face a bit pale, and a fine sweat seeping from his forehead.
His lips quivered slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, he didn't say a word.
After taking deep breaths, Grandmother Ye managed to calm down, yet her eyes remained venomously fixed on Ye Liangyan.
With a cold laugh, she suddenly said, "Third girl, you truly have made Grandmother see you in a new light."
Grandmother Ye had seen all sorts of people in her life and had long since developed a keen eye for character.
She was widowed in her middle years and with the strength of a single woman, she brought up a son and a daughter and supported the vast enterprise of the Ye Family.
