Yan Xiaye had grown accustomed to Yan Jianguo shirking his responsibilities, yet she found it most intolerable when he did so.
This time, she offered her father no courtesy, speaking expressionlessly, "That is the Li Family's property, not my personal possession. If the Old Madam pursues the matter, you're likely to spend the rest of your life in jail."
"No, absolutely not!" Seeing Yan Jianguo's face turn pale, Mother Yan became emotional, starting to push and shove Yan Xiaye while crying out, "Xiaye, my dear daughter, you must not let your dad go to jail. Kneel down and beg the Old Madam sincerely, quickly bear several sons for the Li Family to atone for your father's sins, alright?"
Yan Jianguo coughed, the figure who was just cursing heaven and earth suddenly aged and hunched, his eyes stealing glances towards Yan Xiaye.
