Baili Lanxiang's cold eyes stared at Yang Tianlie. Over the years, she knew him well; he was always so domineering.
"I'll say it again, have you asked your son's opinion?" Baili Lanxiang was not intimidated by Yang Tianlie's sharp gaze.
"I'll also say it again, get lost, and the son stays."
"You..."
"Didn't you understand?"
Baili Lanxiang remained silent, just standing there.
Only then did Yang Tianlie approach Yang Fan, "Son, what do you think? Stay, and the Yang Family will be yours in the future. I will pave all the roads for you, just do as I say, and I guarantee you will be the next Yang Tianlie, commanding the wind and rain in Huaxia."
"Sorry, I am who I am. I'm not interested in becoming you, and I'm not interested in the path you've arranged," Yang Fan responded, meeting his gaze without any hint of backing down.
"You heard that, this is our son's opinion, he's not willing."
