"I…I didn't…Dad….I was just…I just got this book from someone else, it's not me…how can I…"
Naturally, Han Ziyan refused to admit that she was the one who came up with the wretched ideas written at the back of the book. She was, after all, the adopted daughter of this family. If she dared to have such ideas, then her father might as well skin her alive. She could never admit that she was the one who wrote those stories at the back of the book.
"We can always find out the truth after a quick check." Han Ruochen was unwilling to let go of the opportunity that she had finally gotten after so much trouble. Didn't Han Ziyan like causing trouble for her at every turn? Then she would give her a taste of her own medicine.
She turned to look at Han Jianyou and ordered, "Go and bring one of the notebooks on which she has written."
Han Jianyou turned around on his feet and was about to bolt out of the room when Han Ziyan screamed. "No!"
