"Does the Old Man know?" Yan Sijue spoke lightly.
Yan Yaohao shook his head.
"Because since then, I've never touched anyone, man or woman. Not only couldn't I, but I also didn't dare—if he found out I was pinned down by a man, he might consider me a disgrace to be disposed of, wouldn't he?" He laughed at himself, "Back then I was still young, so gradually he let it go."
Then, Yan Yaohao looked at him deeply, "At the time, I was the only person in the Yan Family who knew the Old Man would sooner or later discard you as a pawn. So every time I saw you, I thought you were pitiful. We were actually in the same boat, both brought to this point by the Old Man... with time, that sympathy became tainted."
Yan Sijue frowned, revealing a hint of disgust and resistance.
