Uncle pressed down on Yang Yuran's hand, and when she saw his noncommittal smile, the joy in her heart instantly dissipated.
She kept a serious face, ready to discuss important matters.
"Uncle, why has my dad suddenly become so nice to Yang Fei and her daughter?"
"I thought you had more ambition than your mom, but it seems you're no different. Those shameful Yangs are rotten to the core, why bother about why he's got a new flame? It's unnecessary; he had an ulterior motive from the very beginning when he started pursuing your mom."
Uncle, irritable, picked up his glass of red wine and drank the remaining half glass of Lafite like it was a shot of strong liquor.
He put down the glass, lifted his hand like a terrifying vampire, and wiped the corner of his mouth, stained with the bright red liquid, and mocked.
