C57 A Deep-rooted Hatred

At this moment, the big living room is dead silent.

Yeh Yufan keenly felt that the man beside her had become even colder and more indifferent. He coldly swept his gaze across his father, Ji Baiwen, who was at the end of the carpet with red eyes. After a long time. His lips moved slightly. "Dad, you should be happy. If tonight wasn't your 60th birthday... I wouldn't have stepped into this house