Yan Hao felt a lump in his throat, wanting to shout back: "Damn it! What does it have to do with me? The troublemaker is Yan Shanchuan, not me!"
His mood was bad, but it wasn't necessary to take it out on himself, right?
With a sullen face, he didn't want to deal with this old man at all.
If not for the Yan Family's sake, he would have long stopped tolerating the old man's strange temper. If it wasn't for his dad still willing to support him, did this old man think he could stay in the Yan Family, having whatever he wants?
Heh!
Was the master still keeping the things between him and his dad a secret?
Just an empty shell, what sort of power does he have?
Indeed, Yan Shanchuan didn't hold back for long: "Alright, Dad, stop talking. I'll handle what's left. You're getting old, so just rest and don't worry about these things."
