"Sure." Zang Xin nodded. He could tell that there was a wisp of forced reluctance on Yuanen Zhentian's expression.
A layer of light screen capable shielding all voices enshrouded four of them as Yuanen Zhentian brought the three of them and walked a few steps to the side.
Yuanen Zhentian took a glance at Tang Wulin. "Take a seat while we discuss. His words were obviously meant to emphasize the severely-injured Tang Wulin."
The four of them sat on the ground. Yuanen Yehui was seated right next to Tang Wulin. She looked at Tang Wulin and then looked at her grandfather before squinting her eyes.
Yuanen Zhentian's gaze landed on her on the other hand.
"Yuanen, you hate me, don't you?" Yuanen Zhentian indifferently asked.
Yuanen Yehui abruptly raised her head as her emotions were getting beyond her control. "Why should I not hate you? You caused the death of my mother and crippled my father. Could it be that I'm not even allowed to hate you?"
