"I knew it! You, ungrateful son, would come to this point one day! Do you think I hadn't prepared for this?"
Yan Laoye's face showed nothing but anger, except for the smug expression lingering on his lips.
As expected, everything was just as he had anticipated. Yan Cheng, this disgrace of a son, would ultimately become his enemy because of a woman!
That girl surnamed Lan—what kind of spell has she cast on him to make him go so far as to defy his own father?
Hearing this, Yan Cheng frowned deeply, his devilishly handsome face taking on a heavy, grave expression.
Meanwhile, Su Xingyue, listening to Yan Laoye's words, couldn't help but feel a sudden, ominous premonition in her heart...
"Say whatever it is you want to say!" After a moment, Yan Cheng locked his gaze onto Yan Laoye and suddenly spoke.
When Yan Cheng finished speaking, Yan Laoye let out a brief laugh. Right at that moment, his cellphone vibrated.
