Jian Yufei gently brushed it off for him, her expression dim: "Dad, when will you be able to hear my voice?"
Nangong Yi looked at her calmly.
"Sooner or later, Mr. Xiao will definitely hear it."
Jian Yufei smiled at him: "Nangong Yi, thank you so much for this period."
"You're welcome." Nangong Yi smiled slightly, "I just hope that at that time, you won't kill my grandfather. I don't know what he's done, but I know with his current status, his hands must be stained with blood. Yet he is still my grandfather."
Jian Yufei fell silent, unsure how to respond.
They didn't realize that Xiao Zexin's gaze was slowly changing.
It was filled with a gloomy fierceness—
Jian Yufei said coldly, "He hurt my father so much, and now my mother is in trouble too. How do you expect us to forgive him?"
"But..."
"You don't need to say anything. We distinguish between gratitude and grudges clearly. If Nangong Wenchang sincerely repents, we might give him a way out."
