"If Yueying weren't my sister, I would have personally broken her hands and feet a few days ago to apologize to Ye Feimo," Du Di said. His tone was even calmer and crueler, almost inhuman. "Grandpa, I'm asking you, please don't get involved in this matter. Yueying herself isn't pursuing it, so why should you cause any more trouble?"
"You're saying Yueying isn't pursuing it?"
"Yes."
"That's because you forced her," the old master said with displeasure.
"I didn't force her."
"You didn't force her? You just pressured her. She's most afraid of you getting angry. Why did you have to pressure her?"
Du Di smiled faintly. The old master huffed coldly and had no choice but to give up. "We won't pursue this matter for now. But what about your marriage?"
