"Who said I was sending you away?" Li Beicheng, initially unable to bear it, comforted his daughter briefly before his expression turned to one of suspicious scrutiny towards Yan Shuirou.
Although the Old Madam had already made a decision, this matter was of course to be kept from Ya'er. If someone hadn't intentionally spoken about it within the child's hearing, how could she have known?
Yan Shuirou's heart tightened, her expression even more innocently self-reproaching: "When the Old Madam sent the butler to pass the message, I had Ya'er stay in the room to do her homework. I didn't expect her to secretly follow and overhear everything."
As she spoke, she raised her hand to cover her lips, barely holding back her tears, her plea unmistakable: "Beicheng, I don't agree. Does the Old Madam really have to send Ya'er away? Could it be because of Yan Xiaye..."
Yan Xiaye's threatening words at the banquet a few days ago still echoed in her ears.
