"Dad, that Qi Yi guy isn't bearing up too well, right? You seem unsatisfied. Should I reconsider this?" Yan Yan decided to fuel the fire a bit more.
If Qi Yi had been alone with her, he would have surely shut her up before she could beg for mercy.
But right then, Qi Yi was especially compliant, showing no signs of wanting to retort and quietly waited for Yan Dabang to propose his "handling" plan.
"If you've considered it well, then that's fine," Yan Dabang's face tried to maintain seriousness, but inside he already felt the posture of a victor.
Yan Dabang was slightly proud; he felt his daughter wasn't raised in vain.
The thoughts running through Dad Yan's mind now were richer than Yan Yan could have imagined, and if she knew all the tricks he was silently playing, she would have laughed out loud and said, "Dad, do you really have to be so childish?"
But it wasn't the right time for Yan Yan to "mock" Dad, as his disagreement might then be deflected towards Qi Yi.