Kneel*

"The young master is back!" "The young master is back!" The steward informed eagerly. "Mom!" Yan Cheng ran to the hall. "Pa—" The tea cup was thrown to the ground by Wang Hao. "Mom..." Yan Cheng instinctively knelt down. "Is this a rebellion?" Wang Yu's voice was filled with anger and helplessness. "Mom, Chengcheng just wants to come back and see his sister..." Yan Cheng raised his childish and unruly face, his eyes red. Chengcheng, do you know how much your mother misses you? Chengcheng, do you know how many opponents our Yan family has! Chengcheng, how dangerous it is for you to come back now! Chengcheng, you are the lifeblood of our Yan family! On the mistress's seat, Wang Hao suppressed the tightness in her chest, took the new tea offered by the butler, took a sip, and lightly told the butler, "Follow the family law." "Ah?" The housekeeper was confused and hesitated, "Madam, the young master has just returned to China..." "What, my words don't work?" Wang Yu calmed down and looked down at her son's tender body, feeling like a knife. "Don't dare, madam." The housekeeper quickly knelt on the ground and lowered his head. "Then execute it immediately." "Yes, ma'am." In the hall, the sound of the ruler squeezing the flesh could be heard one after another. The young Yan Cheng was lying on the torture stool, his white and tender fingers tightly grasping the torture stool, and his eyebrows were somewhat similar to Yan Shi's.