These words, to Ya'er's ears, were nothing less than the cruelest mockery.
Since her birth, she had always been the center of attention, never having experienced such a dark and sunless life.
Thinking that Yan Xiaye was the instigator of it all, she quietly clenched her little fists and headed for Daddy's bedroom.
Yan Shuirou watched her daughter walk away with a gloomy gaze and slowly followed.
...
In the bedroom, Li Beicheng threw Yan Xiaye onto the bed and pressed down on her.
"Yan Xiaye, what exactly do you want?"
Facing the man's face, so close at hand, Yan Xiaye felt extremely tired, turned her eyes away to look at the ceiling, and spoke in a flat tone, "Let go of me, Li Beicheng."
Now that Grandma had agreed to give her freedom back, she would leave with Bai Yan after witnessing the Younger Uncle's wedding.
Until then, she just wanted to peacefully finish this last period of time.
