"Uncle Yan, do you understand now?" Yun Ya poured a cup of tea and placed it in front of him, speaking softly.
Yan Nanmo's eyes were cold as ice; he understood, he had always understood. But he kept deceiving himself because they were his family, and he didn't want to reach this point. But now, he had to give up hope, realizing that the family he thought he knew, each harbored ill intentions, wishing for his downfall...
Yun Ya saw the cold and painful expression on Yan Nanmo's face and sighed quietly. What kind of people were the Yan Family, using all sorts of dirty tricks for personal gain? If Uncle Yan fell, heh... Did they think they could remain unaffected?
No, glory and disgrace are shared; everyone rises together, and everyone falls together!
Sooner or later, these people will pay the price for their stupidity and selfishness.
"Yun Ya, I owe you this time..." Yan Nanmo covered his face with his hand, an oppressed voice seeping through.
