Ye Lao Yezi took a shallow breath, quelling the panic at the bottom of his heart.
"Ayuan's death has left a void in my heart as a father, and before your grandmother passed away, she asked me to look after you more. Is it wrong for me to do so?" he argued with heartfelt pain.
"Over the years, I've let you run wild, even Ye Xin and the others say I'm biased towards you. Why are you so stubborn, insisting that my kindness must have an ulterior motive?"
"Is that so?" Ye Jiuliang took a step forward, his lips curling into a mocking smile.
"Besides guilt, shouldn't you also feel remorse for what you did to my father?"
"Is your change of attitude towards me really just because grandmother asked you to take more care of me before she died?"
Every word carried a piercing chill, a frigid undertone threading through his speech.
Ye Lao Yezi's expression paled, a tumultuous wave rising in his heart.
"Has someone spoken to you?"
