At the beginning, Old Mr. Yan's six children were all trying to persuade him.
But as they spoke, they fell back into their old patterns, tearing each other down.
Old Mr. Yan stood expressionless, his disappointment evident.
After some arguing, seeing the old man's unusual reaction, they quickly shut their mouths.
"Just last night, I received a medical report."
"This report shows the blood tests of all those good sons and daughters of yours from two months ago."
Old Mr. Yan looked around the room and said coldly, "Two months ago, you proposed the idea of Xiaoya being adopted, and she agreed."
"I remember she made a request at the time for you to take the children to the hospital for blood and hair tests."
"The results at that time were all perfect, one healthier than the other."
"I thought then that these grandchildren were very well-behaved, unlike the spoiled children of other families."
"But now..."
