C492 Think of It as Not Having a Son like You

In an instant, the air seemed to have frozen, and the atmosphere became strangely tense. Cang Ling held her breath as her gaze quickly swept over Yan Zhengyang and Yan Xi.

Yan Zhengyang's expression was ugly to the extreme. He was well aware of the morality of the son that had been raised in front of him for more than 20 years. Now that he saw Yan Xi's guilty conscience