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Outside the gate of the villa stood two poorly dressed people, a middle-aged man in his 40s leading a thin girl. Seeing these two, Shang Ye frowned deeply.

It was none other than An Zhi's father, An Qing, and An Zhi's younger sister, An Xin.

These two people brought back very bad memories of Shangye, he frowned and opened the door of the villa.

An Zhi thought Shang Ye had a visitor, put away the medicine box and wanted to leave, but was grabbed by Shang Ye's wrist: "Where are you going? I'm here to find you!"

An Zhi's cat eyes widened: "The one looking for me? How could there be someone looking for me?"

Shang Ye raised his eyebrows, and asked An Zhi, "What do you think?"

An Zhi's father is a very thin middle-aged man in his 40s, with a sallow complexion, deep-set eyes, and bloodshot eyes.

An Zhi's younger sister is a 15-year-old girl who is also sallow and thin, with only a pair of big eyes and a little bit of intelligence. After entering the room, she turns around.

"Dad? Sister? How did you get here?"

There are these two people in An Zhi's memory, but they are all bad memories. Presumably An Zhi would be so selfish and vain in his previous life, which also has something to do with his father's education.

An Qing carelessly sat down on the chair in the living room, picked up the apples in the fruit plate, and gnawed: "Oh, you got rich, you forgot about your poor father and sister, didn't you?"

An Xin's eyes fell on Shangye's body and she couldn't tear it off. She grew up in a slum, when did she see such a handsome and noble young man!

An Xin's sight made An Zhi feel a little uncomfortable, and she stepped forward to block her sight: "How did I get rich?"

"Hey!" An Qing let out a wretched laugh: "Don't hide it from Dad, let me see your glands."

An Qing grabbed An Zhi's arm and leaned over to the back of his neck to take a look.

"Sure enough! The wound hasn't fully healed yet! How about Mr. Shang, please explain!"

An Qing suddenly changed his face, pushed An Zhi away, and slapped Shang Ye on the table.

Shangye raised his eyebrows: "What do you want to explain?"

"My son has just grown up. How could someone do this kind of thing? Although your business has a big business, we, Anzhi, are not without pain. If you say I'm going to expose this matter, right? Will it have a bad impact on your business?"

"So what do you say you want to do with this?"

Shang Ye crossed his arms and leaned against the wall indifferently. He had suffered like this in his last life, but this time it was different. He was no longer the fool that An Zhi held in his hands.

An Qing's greedy eyes rolled: "Actually, it's easy to say, you just give me 100 million, and this incident never happened."

An Zhi looked at Shangye uneasily, his father didn't come here to help him, he was obviously here to blackmail him.In order to show his position, he immediately stood in front of Shangye: "Dad, what are you talking about? Why should Shangye give you 100 million!"

Shang Ye stood behind him and raised his eyebrows.

An Qing's face turned black from An Zhi's anger: "What's wrong with you? Shang Ye bullied you, Dad is afraid that you will be wronged, and he is standing up for you, okay?"

"I'm not wronged, Shangye has treated me so well!" After saying this, An Zhi felt a little guilty, but she still didn't show any timidity. She stood proudly in front of her father with her small chest upright.

"You fart! Shangye obviously forced you, what a fart to you!" An Qing's saliva sprayed An Zhi's face, An Zhi frowned in disgust, and took a few steps back.

"Who said I was forced! We..." An Zhi looked back at Shang Ye, who was looking at him deeply, giving An Zhi the illusion of being stared at affectionately.

"We are in love with each other!"

"What ecstasy soup did you drink! What did you tell me back then?!" An Qing was about to die of anger, so he stood up and raised his hand to slap An Zhi.

The slap came so suddenly that not only An Zhi, but even Shangye didn't react.

An Qing was puzzled, and raised his hand again. Before the second slap fell, his wrist was gripped by a pair of iron-like hands, causing him to scream in pain.

Shangye pinched his wrist, the veins on his forehead throbbing: "You dare to hit my people?!"

"What is your man! He is my son, I want to teach him a lesson... ah!"

Before An Qing finished his provocative words, he was extinguished by the severe pain in his wrist and head. He really didn't expect that this merchant was young, but his strength and mental strength were beyond his power.

"An Zhi! Are you just watching An Zhi? Do you want to see him kill Dad?"

An Zhi covered half of her face, her expression could not show any emotion, he would not stop Shang Ye, and he was not a heartless fool: "Shang Ye will not kill you, it will dirty his hands!"

"You... didn't you agree with me? After the accident, we came together to blackmail the merchants and asked him to give us money. It was because you said you would make money that I would borrow a large sum of money and send you to the nobles. If you go to school, you can change whatever you say!"

An Qing's nose and tears flowed out, crying and accusing An Zhi.

Shang Ye looked at An Zhi bleakly: "Is what your father said true?"

"No!" An Zhi said firmly, since he had never done it, he would not admit it!

An Xin, who was watching the play blankly, finally came to his senses, ran over and knelt on the ground, and hugged Shang Ye's waist: "Please, don't hurt my father! You're going to kill him!"

An Zhi covered his forehead. Although he still didn't regard An Qing and An Xin as his family members, he still felt so ashamed. Why?

Shang Ye pushed An Xin away impatiently, and looked down at An Qing viciously: "Can you talk properly?"

An Qing is really afraid of the merchants, this is the crushing of strength: "Yes, yes, let me go first, okay?"

Shangye let go of his hand, picked up the wet towel on the table and wiped it, and An Qing shuddered with his sinister gaze: "Tell me your purpose."

"Just... just want some money, you don't even know how miserable we are, our house was smashed!"

An Qing hugged his head and began to cry.

Shang Ye turned his gaze to An Zhi: "What do you think?"

An Zhi bit her lip. Although he couldn't accept it, An Qing was Yuan Shen's biological father after all.

But the desire to survive still made him cast his pitiful eyes on Shang Ye: "I will listen to you, and do whatever you say!"

An Zhi's completely trusting gaze made Shang Ye feel better. What he wants to do now is to let An Zhi and An Qing sever all ties, and they will no longer communicate with each other in the future. Just do that when the time comes, he needs to give An Zhi a buffer so that he won't regret it in the future.