Yang Zhilin had been dumbstruck while listening to her parents arguing.
What, her mother had an affair? When did that happen?
No, her parents always had such a good public image, famous as a paragon couple far and wide.
"What's so strange about that?" Yang Baixin coldly spat in response to his daughter's shocked expression, "Your mother admires a certain Royal Family's princess and wanted to imitate her, thinking that if I have affairs, she can have hers. But she ended up having it with my subordinate. Typically, as a wife, that's about all the cleverness she can muster."
Mrs. Yang gasped with an irregular rhythm.
Yang Zhilin looked at her face and noticed it was really awful, which seemed to corroborate Yang Baixin's words weren't wrong.
Why had it come to this? Yang Zhilin's hands and feet trembled slightly.
