"Look up at me!"
Wang Su shouted coldly.
To Wang Youer, he's usually all love and affection, even afraid she'd melt if he held her.
But at this moment.
The anger in his heart was uncontrollable.
Wang Youer's delicate body trembled, and she looked up pitifully at Wang Su.
In her eyes, two tears were squeezed out forcefully.
"Stop pretending to be pitiful."
Wang Su looked past it and said in a deep voice, "Do you know how much impact this matter has on us?"
"I know..."
Wang Youer nodded, then immediately defended, "But Grandpa, I was forced, it's all Ancestor Mu's fault."
"Forced?"
"Ancestor Mu is only a one-star War Saint. Can he force you, a nine-star War Saint, to do such a thing? Do you think I'm stupid?"
"Cough, cough!"
Wang Su got angrier as he spoke, eventually coughing violently.
"Father, don't be angry."
"It's not good for your health."
The purple-clad woman immediately got up and gently patted Wang Su's back, while also giving Wang Youer a look.
