"Old Man, this is a little too much." Han Yuan choked.
Her heart was in a mess.
Father Han gritted his teeth so hard that he almost broke them.
He looked at the carriage in front of him and at the coachman who was standing at the side as if he was blind and deaf to the conversation they just had.
He felt his face burning. It was painful and hot.
He wanted to pull his wife out of the carriage and return to the house. He wanted to bring Han Xiang and his two grandsons back to Xishan Village.
He didn't want anything anymore and returned it all to Han Qiao, pretending that they never had this daughter.
However, just as this thought arose, it went away.
He couldn't bear to part with his current wealthy and comfortable life.