Yan Family Mansion.
Mu Yiliang couldn't remember if this was her first time here, but it seemed that whether it was six years ago or now, the mansion hadn't changed at all.
Like a decaying old man, unwilling to accept the passage of time, stubbornly refusing any change.
When Mu Yiliang and Yan Sijue arrived, the Yan Family was already gathered. Seeing them enter, most people showed expressions of schadenfreude on their faces.
Old Sir Yan sat as usual at the head seat, his face riddled with wrinkles and devoid of expression, his eyelids slightly drooping.
It was only when he heard Yan Sijue's "Grandfather" that he looked up, a glint appearing in his murky eyes.
"You've come?" His voice was flat.
"Yes, I'm here," Yan Sijue replied blandly.
"Are you sincere?"
"I am."
Old Sir Yan let out a long sigh: "Sijue, why are you doing this?"
Yan Sijue was silent for a moment, then suddenly looked up, smiling lightly: "Grandfather, why are you doing this?"
