"What did Xiaojun do? Say something!" Xia Yan's mother demanded, brandishing a feather duster in her hand.
Seeing that Xia Yan remained silent, her mother laughed coldly. "I didn't see Xiaojun do anything; all I saw was you bringing a stray man home!"
"Xia Yan, I truly love you. Even though you've done wrong, as long as you promise not to get entangled with this man, I can forgive you. Come back home, let's live our lives well," Yang Jiajun deliberately pretended to be a magnanimous victim.
Unfortunately, in Xia Yan's eyes, this only made her feel even more disgusted.
Her heart was filled with depression, anger, and a sense of injustice, but Xia Yan dared not speak out.
She was afraid her photos would be made public.
"Look at Xiaojun, he's such a good kid. Xia Yan, if you still have a conscience, cut ties with that stray man and live a good life with Xiaojun."
"..."
Xia Yan's aunts started chiming in.
Aunts are known to be quite formidable.
