"What Yan Xiaye said is true."
Li Beicheng's thin lips were tightly pursed, the mask of a gentle gentleman faded, and his eyes darkened as he stared at the scattered photos on the table, "Grandmother, I don't want to divorce Yan Xiaye."
"It was you who had a child with another woman, and it's also you who says you don't want a divorce!" Old Madam's blood pressure rose, and she turned to look at the pale and clueless Mother Yan, "Mother-in-law, I apologize for showing you such a disgraceful scene, I will call the driver to take you back immediately."
Mother Yan mumbled an agreement, and as she followed the servant out, she glanced at Li Beicheng with mixed feelings, "Xiaye has been stubborn since she was young, but she has a soft heart..."
"Thank you, Mom." Li Beicheng nodded, aware that he still held another weakness of Yan Xiaye called family affection, "When you go back, tell Dad to talk directly to Shuirou about anything the family lacks, and she will report directly to me."
