Billionaire's Secret Twins and Rebellious Wife

Chapter 70 - 070: Someone Wants to Kill Yan Xinxin

Yan Zhirou was just about to hit Yan Xinxin back when she saw Yang Guoping approaching. She had no choice but to change her strategy, and started crying while filing a complaint.

"Dad! You saw it just now, Yan Xinxin hit me! Over these past five years while you were away, she's been bullying me under the guise of being my elder sister!"

Yan Zhirou took the opportunity to exaggerate the situation, slinging mud onto Yan Xinxin.

Even though Yang Guoping didn't know what had happened, he was certain that, given Yan Xinxin's personality, she would never casually resort to violence. Furthermore, this was the younger sister she had always been patient with since childhood.

"Xinxin, what's going on here?"

Yang Guoping asked with concern, his expression as warm and loving as it had always been.

"It's because the nasty aunt went too far, so Xinxin got upset."

Yan Chenxi stepped forward, fearlessly glaring at Yan Zhirou, who was glaring back at him.

"Shut up! You little brat!"

Yan Zhirou shouted angrily.

"Zhirou, how could you call your nephew a brat?"

Yang Guoping reprimanded her, but Yan Zhirou sneered dismissively.

"Well, that's what he is!"

"You..."

so angry that he huffed

that's right, I hit her because Yan

openly admitted

I think I'll come visit you another day. I'll be taking Xi

as she took Yan Chenxi's small hand, feeling an

"Xinxin."

hurriedly chased

mother hasn't even returned from grocery shopping yet. It's been five years since our family reunited—couldn't you stay and spend

reluctance in Yang Guoping's voice made Yan Xinxin's eyes well up with

didn't want to

misty as she looked at

to see you back, really... I'll definitely

"Xinxin."

"Goodbye, Grandpa."

then followed Yan Xinxin

one word, "Grandpa," evoked a mélange of emotions in Yang Guoping's

hadn't yet been born that he

he didn't regret it one bit. As long as Yan Xinxin called him "Dad," he'd protect her

☆

neighborhood, feeling the gentle early summer sunlight, Yan Xinxin

tiny brows slightly,

you're so smart—you can definitely draw even better pictures than you

tender, encouraging voice startled Yan Xinxin.

saw the finely crafted, delicate little face of her son, and her heart filled with

had gone by