An Nan's words, each like a spell, entered everyone's ears, only Lin Mubai felt heartache, and as for the others, there was nothing but schadenfreude and anger.
Lin Mubai worried that her emotions might harm the child in her belly, could only softly comfort her: "Wife, don't be like this, it's not good for your health."
"Mm, I know."
As soon as An Nan's voice fell, a burst of anger once again reached her ears: "An Nan, don't forget, your dad is my son, so I am your grandfather."
An Nan glared instantly: "So what? Just because my father is your son, An Ruiyang."
Mentioning the deceased son, a cold gleam flashed again in An Ruiyang's eyes, with a trace of pride in his voice: "Yes, precisely because I am your father's father, so after your father's death, everyone in this family must listen to me, including you. Now that you are back, it's better, time to clear up what needs to be clarified."
