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..."

was so angry that he

right, I hit her because

openly admitted to her

another

took Yan Chenxi's small

"Xinxin."

Guoping hurriedly

shopping yet. It's been five years since our family reunited—couldn't you stay and spend some time with

voice made

want to stay here

turned back, her beautiful eyes misty as she looked

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

"Xinxin."

"Goodbye, Grandpa."

small hand, then followed Yan Xinxin as they turned

mélange of emotions in Yang Guoping's heart—bitter yet

was for this daughter and the grandchild who hadn't yet been born that

Xinxin called him "Dad," he'd protect her

☆

the gentle early summer sunlight, Yan Xinxin

tiny brows slightly, then

so smart—you can definitely draw even better pictures

encouraging voice startled Yan Xinxin. She looked

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

years had gone by so