Seeing her cautious demeanor, Yan Luoxi quickly said, "No need, Aunt Lai, don't trouble yourself. I've already eaten before coming."
"Oh, then have a little more." Lai Manni led Yan Luoxi into the dining room, and her once aggressive demeanor softened significantly.
Yan Luoxi smiled and glanced around the first floor; all the furniture had been replaced and no longer resembled the memory she held, except for the wooden staircase. New to the living room was a memorial table, upon which rested a portrait of Yan Yingjie.
When Yan Yingjie passed away, she was already abroad and never got the chance to see him one last time, a circumstance which filled her with regret. After all, Yan Yingjie had raised her for fifteen years, and he had done nothing to wrong her.
If he truly was not her biological father, then the ones who failed him would be her and Fu Xuan.
