Chapter 568 Xiaobao’s Photo

A stream of cold sweat broke out on Yan Song's forehead, and an emotion called guilty conscience surged in his heart.

"Dad, Shi Ting and you have always been friendly, so you'd better call." Yan Shiting pushed the question away without leaving a trace.

"No." The old man put the tea cup back on the coffee table, "Su Fen and I got into a big trouble and almost got killed by Shi Ting. If it hadn't been for us, how could it have happened that Mu Xiaozi took Cheng Yingxuan to get the marriage certificate? If not If this happens, the next thing will not happen. If I call Shi Ting again, I can't sell my old wrinkled face."

Yan Song had no choice but to focus on his wife, and Cen Sufen immediately said, "Don't look at me. Shiting almost didn't even want me as his mother. I don't dare to mess with him now. I don't want to cause trouble for myself. The phone is still there You go ahead and fight, Shi Ting always respects you."

Yan Song had no choice but to pick up the receiver and dial Yan Shiting's mobile phone number, "Hello, Shiting..."

Yan Shiting on the other end of the phone was obviously surprised to hear his voice. He was silent for a few seconds before speaking, "What can I do for you?"

Yan Song felt very depressed when he heard that he didn't even call him dad, and said in a commanding tone, "Let Mu Yufeng go."

"no."

"The Mu family agrees that as long as you are willing to let him go, they will not pursue the matter."

Yan Shiting smiled and said, "Don't pursue it? When did the Yan family fall to the point of looking at the Mu family's face? If the Mu family is really that capable, will they beg for help?"

"You have also locked up Mu Yufeng for three days. Enough is enough..."

"I don't need you to teach me how to do things." He hung up the phone arrogantly.

Yan Song held the phone awkwardly, only to hear the beeping sound of disconnection coming from inside.

Mr. Yan and Cen Sufen listened with their ears pricked up. They were both wise and did not dial the call themselves.

Yan Song couldn't stand it when his son refused to give him face, and left with a straight face.

"Su Fen..." Mr. Yan was in a panic, "What do you mean when you say Shi Ting lives in the Mu family manor?"

"Cheng Yingxuan lives there." Cen Sufen snorted, "I really don't understand, even if that woman is not greedy for money, she won't be so fascinated by Shi Ting. If this continues, Shi Ting will marry her sooner or later, father-in-law, you will soon There will be a free great-grandchild.”

Mr. Yan had a newspaper in his hand and was reading it. When he heard her words, he slapped the newspaper on the coffee table angrily, "Don't drag the oil bottle with you. Otherwise, you'll attract a wolf into the Yan family!"

"The servant at the villa said that Shi Ting has been hanging around the mother and son these days. How could Shi Ting with his character tolerate that bastard? I guess that bastard looks like his mother and can deceive people. …”

"When it comes to that bastard, my old man's heart is filled with panic..." Mr. Yan's eyes fell on a photo in the newspaper.

It was on the side of the road in front of a kindergarten. Yan Shiting was holding a four- or five-year-old child and was about to get in the car.

From the angle of the photo, only the side profile of the child was captured.

The headline of the news was that Mr. Yan of Thunder Group personally picked up his girlfriend’s children from school.

"Dad, what are you reading?" Cen Sufen was confused and followed his gaze. The newspaper was dated last month. "Do you still read last month's newspaper?"

"This is last month's newspaper? You got it wrong." Mr. Yan came to his senses and immediately found a thick stack of newspapers from the drawer, staring at the photo of Yan Shiting picking up his children in the newspaper.

"Dad, what are you looking for?"