The boy suddenly flew into a rage. "I told you, my name is Yu Shengan. Has your illness gotten so severe that it's even affected your memory?"
Lan Jiaye stared at him, suddenly recalling that her father had once mentioned that there was an impressive person constantly helping Su Qiao.
"What's your relationship with Su Qiao?"
Yu Shengan smiled again, looking unusually happy. "She's my sister, the person who adopted me, and the person I love and cherish most."
"What? Didn't you see my livestream online a few days ago?"
"I said it then. I'll make everyone who has harmed or hurt her pay the price. And now, I'm here to make good on that promise."
"Also, I've already posted your hospital records, test reports, and the like online. You'll be famous soon—more famous than before. How does that feel? Aren't you happy?"
"There's one more thing I haven't told you. I've already arranged for someone to take care of your father in prison. Don't worry. You won't be lonely. You father and daughter will keep each other company forever."
Lan Jiaye had just been about to lose her temper, but she froze. "What did you do to him?"
"Nothing much. I only paid a death-row inmate to break his legs."
"Don't worry. Although it was a comminuted fracture and he'll have to undergo amputation, fortunately one leg is still intact. He'll still be able to hop around in the future."
Yu Shengan spoke as lightly as a demon.
Then, as if he had only just remembered something, he shook his head regretfully. "It's just that conditions in there are limited, and he isn't young anymore. I only hope he can hold on for a few more years."
Seeing Lan Jiaye's expression grow even more unpleasant, Yu Shengan raised his