"And what if Grandma agrees?"
Li Beicheng's heart twinged with pain, and he sneered with disdain, biting his teeth, "Yan Xiaye, your husband is me, and only I can decide your freedom. Remember this firmly."
Yan Xiaye's pupils shrank suddenly, and a wave of despair surged in her heart. She stared at the man in disbelief, "You won't even listen to Grandma's words now?"
The last hope was hanging by a thread.
Her voice and expression were incredibly fragile when she asked this question.
So much so that Li Beicheng paused for a moment, repeatedly considered her health condition, before cruelly curving his lips more widely and said word by word, "Of course, I respect Grandma. But Yan Xiaye, as long as I pretend to comply but act in opposition and do not let you go, where can you escape to?"
By the time his last word fell, Yan Xiaye couldn't bear the blow of shattered hopes, and as the light in her eyes dimmed, she staggered involuntarily.
