Yu Liqi, still in his young age, could not hide his emotions, his lowered eyes filled with humiliation, and his hands tightly gripped the clothes beside him, trembling all over.
The sight of his small frame alone was enough to make one's eyes sting with tears.
Mrs. Yu loved this grandson the most, and softly retorted a few sentences, "Master, why are you saying these things in front of the child?"
The old man glared with wide eyes, and Mrs. Yu did not dare to speak further, having to turn her head to speak to Su Li, "The child is usually close to you, and doesn't think much... in the future, let him be more careful."
Mrs. Yu's words were filled with blame, with a pointed undertone, "You shouldn't treat him like you did that day, even if there's something wrong, children need to be taught slowly, don't let outsiders gossip."
Watching the boy's proud spirit forcibly broken, destroying his soul to make him obedient, the pleasure of being the villain is unimaginable.
