Yan Xinmei, like a pear blossom in the rain, suddenly burst into tears, leaving the other Yan Family members perplexed. For her to lose control of her emotions at such a formal occasion was certainly unusual.
Yan Zhenhuai's sharp, defined features darkened momentarily as a shadow passed over his face. As the foremost genius of the family, he understood the nuances of seizing opportunities.
It was evident to him that Yan Xinmei had likely been bullied.
"Xinmei, lift your head and wipe away your tears. Don't disgrace the Yan Family's name," Yan Zhenhuai transmitted his thoughts, "Did someone bully you? Which family was it?"
Yan Xinmei, hearing Yan Zhenhuai's voice, gradually calmed her emotions. Slowly stopping her sobbing, she wiped her tears dry before lifting her head.
In a low voice, she said, "I'm sorry; I've embarrassed everyone."
"Xinmei, why are you crying? Did someone bully you?" Yan Qingsang couldn't help but ask.
