Seemingly seeing through her thoughts, Yan Fei's gaze grew colder, as if looking at a mouse being toyed with in his hands.
"If you don't want your actions to be known to Aunt, just go ahead and plead with her."
Yan Weiyang's body trembled slightly, as if falling into an abyss.
Yan Fei's words were no different from throwing her into the depths.
In Yan Lingyi's eyes, she had always been pure and kind.
Three years ago, the incident of framing Xia Weibao, Yan Fei had taken the blame on his own. To protect her, he told Yan Lingyi it was his idea to form an alliance with the Lu Family, and that he felt sorry for her painful crush, so he orchestrated everything.
He never mentioned a word about her kneeling to force his hand.
During those three years, the things she secretly did to Xia Weibao were completely unknown to Yan Lingyi.
In Yan Lingyi's eyes, she was as unaware of the matters concerning Xia Weibao as Yan Yuexian was.
