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..."

angry that he

that's right, I hit her because Yan Zhirou

openly admitted

visit you another day. I'll be taking Xi and leaving

Chenxi's small hand,

"Xinxin."

hurriedly chased

hasn't even returned from grocery shopping yet. It's been five years since our

voice made Yan Xinxin's eyes well up

didn't want

Xinxin turned back, her beautiful eyes misty as she

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

"Xinxin."

"Goodbye, Grandpa."

then followed

of emotions in Yang Guoping's

daughter and the grandchild who hadn't yet been born that he had

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

☆

early summer

his tiny brows slightly, then put on a radiant

smart—you can definitely draw even better pictures than

voice startled Yan Xinxin. She looked

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

had gone by