Fan Jia called on Yu Xiang by name, and she stood up.
She swept her gaze over everyone present, then looked at me. There was a trace of guilt in her eyes as she looked at me.
My heart sank, and I sensed that something was wrong.
"He is my grandpa. I can be absolutely certain of that. As for what you said about him wanting to become clan head, even Island Lord—yes, he did say that. Because he believed he had the ability to lead the Yu Family, even all of Little Barren Island, toward a better and more distant future."
Yu Xiang did not say much, but she clearly confirmed Yu Shaoyang's identity.
Liu Lan was stunned. In her eyes, it was impossible for Yu Xiang to speak up for Old Master Zhong at a time like this. After all, Yu Xiang had always been on our side before.
She had only spent a few hours with Yu Shaoyang. How had she changed so suddenly?
Had Yu Shaoyang threatened her? That seemed unlikely. I knew Yu Xiang well; if someone truly threatened her, she would never compromise.
Then did she genuinely believe Yu Shaoyang was her grandpa?
Fan Jia frowned as well. He had evidently expected Yu Xiang to follow his lead. He knew her personality quite well too, yet he had never expected her to say such things.
"Yu Xiang, you should know what your grandpa used to be like. He always believed that less trouble was better. Not only did he rarely interfere in island affairs, he seldom even involved himself in the Yu Family's affairs. But this time..." Fan Jia tried to refute her.
But before he could finish, Yu Xiang replied, "Fan Jia, are you questioning whether I can even recognize my own grandpa?