As long as the old man doesn't make things difficult for Chu Nanxi, he can do as he pleases—even if it means scolding or hitting.
Watching the three brothers follow Li Tianshen upstairs, Chu Nanxi inevitably worried. But it was inconvenient to ask, so she could only sit back down on the sofa with the photo album Li Hanze had given her.
Upstairs, Li Tianshen led the way into the study, followed by all three sons. Li Hannian, bringing up the rear, took the initiative to close the door tightly behind them.
Passing between his two older brothers, he went straight up to Li Tianshen.
"This was all my own decision. Please don't be mad at Nanxi," he said as he unbuttoned his suit jacket and casually tossed it onto the couch. "If you must scold or hit, please keep it down. I don't want Nanxi to hear!"
"Dad!" Li Hanze spoke up first, "Xiaonian has his own difficulties too, please don't be angry."
