Yan Xianjue's gaze was as cold as a blade.
Lin Shi's eyes were also filled with undisguised mockery.
Before Shen Fangli and Yan Xianjue knew it, when he had only just begun to build up some power of his own, he had already hired people to investigate what had happened in their childhood.
The Yan Household's affairs were not easy to investigate, but Shen Fangli's side was practically a sieve.
He easily uncovered how her cousin and second aunt had once conspired to abandon her.
The reason was laughable: she was a girl, and her second aunt believed that having only one daughter would not be enough for her mother to hold on to President Shen, their cash cow.
Only an idiot like Shen Fangli still thought her mother was a good person.
He had never been stingy about judging others with the utmost malice.
All he could say was that Shen Fangli's mother had never disappointed anyone when it came to being disappointing.
Yan Xianjue had originally been quite interested in Lin Shi's suggestion to call the police.
Now, it seemed he should handle it himself.
What if the police treated her as a victim again? Where would Yan Xianjue go to argue his case?
The Yan family might still have some rose-colored filters on.
But how could Uncle Lu fail to see what kind of person his student was?
Besides, he did not particularly want people like that constantly coming out to disturb their young master.
He took the initiative and said, "I'll take some people there."
Yan Xianjue was tempted for a moment, then decisively shook his head. "Send a few unfamiliar faces. This is still the country; they won't dare to be too outrageous. Get her out. Take them to ask President Shen—if he can't bear