Yan Yinuo's eyes were wide open in a daze as Xu Zijin's words struck right at her heart.
She hadn't been involved, but after finding out what her father had done, she'd chosen silence over speaking up.
"Yeah, why are you not talking now? Can't you speak?" Xu Zijin increased his grip, forcing Yan Yinuo to meet his gaze.
Given any other question, she probably could've answered smoothly.
But with this particular matter, Yan Yinuo's throat felt as though it was stuffed with cotton, choking her so that she couldn't utter a single word.
A long silence filled the living room, accompanied by the soft breathing of a man and a woman.
Xu Zijin maintained the same posture for a long time, seeing her tears falling "plop, plop," and watching her cry pitifully, he felt a wave of nausea.
"I'm sorry, uncle..."
Xu Zijin raised an eyebrow, a mocking look in his eyes. "What do you have to be sorry about toward me? The only people you should be sorry to are your grandparents."
