In the blink of an eye, the iron hand of another troop across grabbed Ye Xiaoqing's iron palm mid-swing.
Ye Lao gripped his eldest daughter's palm with a stern expression, as if facing a formidable enemy.
Ye Xiaoqing looked at his expression, feeling a chill rise from the bottom of her feet, and shouted, "Dad—"
This was her father, how could he show such an expression to his daughter for a mistress?
Granny Shen frowned: Are these his children? When did they all come?
Ye Xiaoyi saw her sister being grabbed, while Granny Shen remained seated calmly, and she felt a rush of anger similar to her sister's. She moved around behind Granny Shen, about to pull her chair out from under her to make her fall.
Fortunately, Granny Shen already felt it was time to leave, considering his daughter had burst in without understanding the situation, and she stood up first.
