The number of people in Wen Zhixian's live broadcast room increased by one hundred thousand within five minutes.

This time, he dared not make trouble in front of my dad.

To be honest, we grew up together from a young age.

There was never a question of me interfering in his relationship.

We are a perfect match, and we even made a promise to marry each other when we were children. We only formally divorced recently.

It's simply ridiculous.

By saying such things at this time, he was only asking for trouble, wasn't he?

As expected, this immediately led to a barrage of curses from fans of the Wen Zhixian and Ziye CP.

"So, are you playing with Xingyi?"

"Xingyi is so pitiful, being kept in the dark."

"Who do you think you are? Just a rag."

"Mr. Master, do you want both of them?"

"Polygamy and concubinage are no longer popular these days."

Wen Zhixian kept a straight face, and as the number of people in the live broadcast room continued to increase, he ended the livestream directly.

My dad saw that the clarification had worked well, so he grabbed my hand and walked away.

Old man Wen followed behind, wanting to invite me and my dad to dinner, but my dad looked as if he had just eaten explosives, his face never looking good since we came in.

"What are we eating? Aren't we missing a mouthful at home?"

In my previous life, my dad would never express his dissatisfaction so recklessly.

The most frequently spoken words by me were:

"Dad, how could you say such things?"

Or it would be: "Can you speak nicely? If you can't, then don't speak."

After that, my dad didn't say anything anymore. He just looked at me with affection, but he couldn't do anything about it.

He carefully held my hand, his gaze slightly lowered.

His eyes stopped at my left leg, trembling, frowning, and then giving a fierce glare at Wen Zhixian.

"You better stay away from An'an, or else be careful with your leg."

Wen Zhixian remained in place, somewhat lost, and continued to look at me.

He probably recalled how, in the past, I always stood by his side.

Even with a lame leg, I always followed closely behind him.