She doesn't want to pretend anymore

"I think only my A-Zhan meets your requirements."

Yan Zhan: “?” As soon as he stepped forward, he heard such vicious words coming out of his old father’s mouth.

Yan Rushan was in a daze: "Uncle, the Ah Zhan you are talking about, is it the one behind you?"

He is tall and handsome, wearing a black sweater underneath a gray long trench coat. He has good taste in clothes and a very imposing manner.

If he likes men, this is indeed the best choice.

"Yes, my son." Old Master Yan loved and relied on Yan Zhan, and was proud of him.

"Oh." Yan Rushan smiled reluctantly.

I just made up an excuse, so how come this old man found the real person?

"Professor Yan, the car is outside. Let's leave the airport first." Yan Zhan nodded at Yan Rushan, then looked at Yan Lang.

Yan Rushan was about to follow Yan Zhan with his luggage, but Professor Yan grabbed him and said, "No need, we have other plans."

Professor Yan could be cold towards Old Man Yan, but he felt embarrassed to make things difficult for Yan Zhan, a junior.

"Professor Yan, my father is a very persistent person."

The implication of Yan Zhan's words is self-evident.

If Professor Yan didn't get in the car, Mr. Yan would inevitably make a scene at the airport.

At that time, it will disrupt the order of the airport.

"Okay, let's go." Professor Yan glared at Mr. Yan.

In the other party's smug look, he said: "I'm doing this for Yan Zhan's sake."

"Professor Yan, please." Yan Zhan opened the car door and let Professor Yan and Old Man Yan sit in the back seat together.

Neither of the two old men was willing to give in to the other, and yet they sat together, feeling uncomfortable.

Yan Rushan seemed to be completely unaware of the strange atmosphere. He got into the passenger seat and started talking to Yan Zhan.

"Yan Zhan, how old are you this year? You look about the same age as me."

"Twenty-five." Yan Zhan looked straight ahead with his hands on the steering wheel.

"Do you have a girlfriend? Do you plan to get married? Or are you already married?"

Yan Zhan said little.

Yan Rushan guessed: "Probably not. Excellent people like to be single."

Yan Zhan: “…”

Yan Rushan was not discouraged: "What kind of girl is my niece? How did you find out that she might not be a child of the Yan family?"

"..."

Basically, if Yan Zhan could reply with one out of every ten sentences he said, it would be good enough.

In the end, he talked so much that even Professor Yan couldn't stand it anymore.

Yan Lang, who had been determined not to speak after getting in the car and not to give Old Man Yan a good look, called his son.

"Don't disturb Yan Zhan from driving."

"Who disturbed him?" Yan Rushan wanted to refute.

Yan Zhan is seven years younger than him, so how come he is so calm?

"Yan Zhan, where are we going now?" Seeing that Yan Zhan didn't answer him when he asked random questions, Yan Rushan asked something practical.

Yan Zhan then spoke: "Professor Yan, do you want to go back to your residence to rest and eat something?"

Professor Yan is not young anymore, and it is indeed a bit tiring for him to fly to City C, and he also has to compete with Mr. Yan in wits and courage.

"The youngest and I will stay in a hotel." Professor Yan looked at his son, "The youngest has already booked the hotel."

Old Master Yan: "No matter where you book, you can return it. Since you are in City C, you must let me, as your relative, show my hospitality."

"Go directly to the Yan family. I have asked the housekeeper to clean up the guest room."

The old man acted quickly and had already given instructions to the butler while he and Yan Zhan were on their way to the airport.

Professor Yan sneered: "There's no need to trouble my in-laws. For the past ten years, they have been afraid that I would visit the Yan family. Now that they have discovered that Siyu is not their biological daughter, they are not worried that I would take her away?"