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..."

angry

her because Yan Zhirou

Xinxin openly admitted to her

come visit you another day. I'll

Xinxin said as she took Yan Chenxi's small hand, feeling an ache in her

"Xinxin."

hurriedly chased after

from grocery shopping yet. It's been five years since

reluctance in Yang Guoping's voice made Yan Xinxin's eyes

didn't want to stay

Xinxin turned back, her beautiful eyes misty as she looked at

you back, really... I'll definitely bring Xi to visit you

"Xinxin."

"Goodbye, Grandpa."

his small hand, then followed Yan Xinxin as they turned

emotions in Yang Guoping's heart—bitter yet joyful, with joy prevailing

the grandchild who hadn't

him "Dad," he'd protect her and love her for the rest of his

gentle early summer

his tiny brows slightly,

draw even better

tender, encouraging voice startled Yan Xinxin. She

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

gone

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