"Dad, I'm sorry for making you suffer."

At the door of the Li family, Yang Yi wiped her tears and spoke softly.

"Dad, it's okay. We don't meet often, so it doesn't matter if we say a few words or a few more.

But you, my daughter, living with them every day, must have suffered a lot, right?

As a father, Yang Laoshi is actually qualified, but he is too afraid of Liu Genhua.

Many times, although he knew that what Liu Genhua did was inappropriate, Yang Laoshi always turned a blind eye to it in order to avoid quarrels.

I originally thought that it was better to have less trouble than more, but things went against my wishes and more and more troubles occurred at home.

If Yang Laoshi had been able to stick to his principles, Liu Genhua and his eldest son's family might not have gotten to this point.

"Dad, I still have to wash the dishes later. Go back and tell my mom that I'll go see her this afternoon."

After seeing Yang Laoshi off, Yang Yi wiped away her tears, put on a smile, and walked briskly back to the house.

"Yang Yi, your father passed away? I'm not saying anything bad about him, but who would rush to visit someone at dinner time?

If I had told you in advance that putting an extra handful of rice in the pot wouldn't have been so embarrassing."

Zhu Ling said sarcastically.

Yang Yi was used to her mother-in-law's way of speaking, so she lowered her head and said nothing.

"What? What do you mean by keeping your head down and not saying anything? Are you trying to give me a look?"

Yang Yi's concession did not satisfy Zhu Ling.

"Okay, let's eat. After all, he's Yang Yi's father. What can you let her say?"

Li Zhenmin interrupted Zhu Ling, ending the topic.