The Old Master Nan's face flushed red, and he no longer felt like crying. In his younger days, he was indeed quite the philanderer, but he wasn't heartless everywhere he went. He treated these wives with genuine sincerity; otherwise, Boss Nan and Lao San, those wastrels, wouldn't covet the position of the Patriarch of the Nan Family every day yet still show him filial piety.
But thinking back now, the Old Master Nan still regrets it—regrets his unrestrained behavior back then, which has led to today's situation.
"Nan Tian!" An Yiqing called out, giving Nan Tian a warning glare. No matter how licentious Old Master Nan had been back in the day, that was all in the past. His favorite wife and his most beloved youngest son had died early, and it hadn't been easy for him to raise Nan Tian alone all these years. Now, his own grandson had cruelly poisoned him. Even though Old Master Nan had weathered many storms, this was probably enough to chill his heart.
