Yan Xiaye silently disgusted by Li Beicheng's actions, didn't notice that her unintentional little movements were all seen by Li Yuntang.
The man's narrow eyes slightly squinted, "Xiaye, have you finished eating?"
"Mm."
Yan Xiaye nodded happily, glad that Li Yuntang didn't ask further.
Although Li Beicheng's actions were forcefully unilateral, she and he had a legal title after all, a fact that still fills her with resentment.
Thinking about it now, since Yan Shuirou had long been involved with Li Beicheng, even if she refused Grandpa Li's goodwill back then, Li Beicheng would have paid for Yan Shuirou's treatment, with no need to trade her life away.
Yet, including Yan Shuirou, everyone unanimously kept her in the dark, with every participant as the beneficiary of this deal, only she being the sacrifice.
The fingers holding the wine glass tightened slightly, Yan Xiaye, with a sharp pain in her heart, drank several large gulps of juice, barely calming her emotions down.
