Zhong Mengfan doing such a thing, Zhong Mingyu was unwilling to forgive, and that was within expectations.
At that moment, Old Sir Zhong and Old Madam Zhong found themselves caught in the middle, equally troubled on both sides.
"Dad, Mom, there's no way I can let this go," Zhong Mingyu very clearly expressed his thoughts. "I don't care what Meng Fan's initial intentions were, the end result is clear as day. If Nianyao hadn't been there today, the child in Yiqiu's womb would have been lost a long time ago."
"Second Uncle, what exactly are you planning to do then?" The always silent Zhong Jinghao finally spoke up, his gaze sharp as he looked at Zhong Mingyu. "We're all family; I assume you don't really want to send Meng Fan to prison, right? So, if you have any demands, feel free to name them."
Zhong Niangyao rested her cheek on one hand, having been an observer all along. Nonetheless, the situation had become quite apparent to her now.
