"Presumptuous!" Mr. Yu suddenly sat up straight, and Uncle Zhang hurriedly brought him tea: "Master, your blood pressure is a bit high, you must not get angry."
Yu Hang gave Yu Na a look, and she quickly put down the chess piece she was holding and pulled Yu Miao to sit on the sofa: "Nana, look, Grandpa surely wants Nana to be happy, drink some water."
"Nana, it's not your business, don't meddle blindly," Yu Miao dabbed her tears and waved at the servants: "You all, go out."
Yu Hang quickly stood up: "Nana, let's go to the side hall."
"Everyone stay, it's okay for the Yu Family to hear," Yu Miao stared blankly at Mr. Yu: "Dad, could you explain the cold shots against the Wen Family?"
Mr. Yu, whose anger had already subsided, stared sharply at his daughter: "What kind of attitude is this? Do you think I was the one who shot?"
