"The news is all talking bad about you, do you want to deal with it?" Mu Yiliang, not sensing her son's discontent, still smiled and snuggled into the man's embrace.
"Ignore them..." Yan Sijue's breath was somewhat heavy as he cupped her face and gave her a kiss, "The Old Man is now unconscious, and the main power of the Yan Family has fallen into Yan Yaohao's hands."
Mu Yiliang was taken aback: "No one else opposed it?"
"Opposition is useless, there's the Old Man's will as proof." Yan Sijue's smile was slightly sarcastic.
That will was clearly drafted by the Old Man long ago, and it didn't leave him anything at all. Moreover, these past few years, the Old Man increasingly relied on Yan Yaohao, and choosing him as the successor was expected.
