With Li Yanze speaking up, the atmosphere in the dining room returned to deathly silence.
Just when everyone thought Yan Shuirou would obediently submit, she maintained an unchanged expression and calmly repeated, "Uncle, I know the Second Master Li has been at odds with you recently. You're unafraid of my threats simply because you assume he will spare Beicheng on account of being his junior..."
Pausing here, Yan Shuirou slowly shifted her gaze to Shen Aili and Li Yanze, and let out a cold laugh, "But it seems you've forgotten, Beicheng may be a junior, but he's your son. Perhaps this fact alone is enough for Second Master Li to abandon any sense of nostalgia. What do you think?"
Choosing a deferential phrasing for the last sentence on purpose, Yan Shuirou's large eyes curved into a smiling arc.
As soon as Shen Aili's face changed dramatically, Yan Shuirou temporarily won a small victory in this battle.
"You vixen..."
