Hearing his father's support, Yang Yu was deeply moved, "Dad, your son has definitely not done any unconscionable acts. Rest assured."
Yang Rongguang showed a simple smile toward Yang Yu, "Go on, son. I believe in you."
Originally, Yang Yu didn't want to quibble with Zhang Xiaohui, but her family came looking for his, and he had no choice but to respond.
He could face things fearlessly, but his parents couldn't.
They had lived in the village their whole lives and cared a great deal about their reputation; he couldn't let them lose face because of him.
As Yang Yu approached the gate, the six bodyguards consciously stepped back.
With the arrival of the main party, their work as bodyguards was almost done for the day.
Seeing Yang Yu, Mrs. Zhang's eyes turned red with rage like she had seen an enemy, "You bastard, I thought you didn't have the guts to show up. I can't believe how thick-skinned you are!"
