At this moment, Nan Yang was no longer the elegant gentleman he once was. Although he still appeared handsome, in An Yiqing's eyes, there was a certain discord and ugliness about him.
Indeed, the ones you can't stand are the most detestable!
"Fine, say you can't stand Nan Tian, but what about Old Master Nan? Why did you have to keep him under house arrest?" An Yiqing asked again.
"I just want to prove to him that all these years he's been wrong! The Nan Family will surely flourish in my hands, and I want him to see my achievements with his own eyes!" Nan Yang's face showed a twisted pleasure, as if he could already envision the day when Old Master Nan would kneel and admit his wrongs.
