Yang Dongliang pointed to the sofa on one side, "Dawn, you sit down first."

  Yang Mo Xiao took a deep breath in her heart and walked over to sit down on a single-person sofa.

  Yang Su asked: "What is your relationship with Gu Qingcheng?"

  "It doesn't matter."

  "How dare you lie again?" Yang SuSu grasped a photo, "Look! Now that we have this photo, how dare you still try to talk your way out of it!"

  Yang Mu Xiao raised her eyes and saw Yang Su Su holding a photo, the only one she had kept of Xu Mo Huan and herself.

  "You've been rummaging through my room again!"

  "What's it to you if I rummage through your stuff? This is my home and I can rummage through whatever I want!"

  Yang SuSu said with a proud smile, and snapped her fingers twice while holding the photo.

  Yang Brushed Dawn suddenly jumped up from the sofa and stood up to grab the photo from Yang Su's hand, "Give me the photo!"

  Yang Su dodged quickly and asked, "You first, what is your relationship with Gu Qingcheng?"

  "Give me the photo quickly!"

  Yang Suxin suddenly laughed in a shrill voice, "Wanting photos?"

  She pinched one end of the photo with both hands, then tore it in half from the middle, tearing it to shreds and flinging them at Yang Bufang's face. "Fine! I'll give it all to you! See if you can put it back together!"

  The torn photos fell from the top of her head, and for a moment, Yang Fuxiao was stunned on the spot. The light from the white fluorescent lamp above her head was somewhat dazzling, and her eye sockets were sore.

  She gazed coldly at Yang Susu, and Yang Susu was forced to retreat two steps by Yang Fu's gaze, hiding behind Song Tianjiao.

  Yang Dongliang cleared his throat, "Dawn, you sit down first, I have something to tell you."

  Yang brushed off the dawn and picked up the torn photos from the ground, putting them in his palm.

  Yang Liang asked: "Feng Xiao, why didn't you tell us about your previous acquaintance with Gu Qingcheng?"

  Yang brushed off his sleeves and stood up, "Have you ever asked me? Do I have a say in this family?"

  Yang Dong furrowed his brow: "You don't say, how are we supposed to know? And even if you do say it, this is also your home, and I'm your father."

  Yang Fuxiao sneered in her heart, she had never felt the warmth of this home, and only took out the so-called family as a shield when needed.

  She walked towards the stairs with the photo in her hand, passing by Yang Su's side, "This time, I remembered."

  "I..."

  Yang Su had just opened her mouth to say a word when Yang Mo interrupted her, "I'm too lazy to bother with trivial matters, it doesn't mean I don't have a temper, I'm a person who remembers grudges."

  Yang Suxin let out a hum from her nose.

  Yang Fuxiao went upstairs and Yang Kuangliang scolded Yang Susu: "What's wrong with you, why did you tear up her photo? Give it to her!"

  Yang Susu muttered: "I just can't stand her that way, pretending to be...".

  Song Tianjiao pulled his daughter behind him, "Why scold Susu? Shouldn't you go find Yang Moxiao to clarify things now?"

  Yang Liang felt very helpless, "Now the funds are all in Gu Qingcheng's hands. If this matter is true, then temporarily replace Su Su with Yang Fu Xiao, and wait until the investment contract is signed before talking."

  "Dad, how could you do this!"

  Yang Dongliang waved his hand and coldly stared at Yang Susu, "Rely on yourself to strive for it, you can't even get it, now who are you blaming?"

  Yang Su kicked the table leg in anger and went upstairs.

  Song Tianjiao shook his head: "You know this in your heart, why tell Su Su? This is the road we were forced to choose, don't blame your daughter."

  "If I had any other way, I wouldn't have chosen this path," said Yang Guangliang. "The bank loan is already being urged, and we originally used the company's shares as collateral. If we can't repay the loan in time, it will inevitably lead to asset liquidation! At that time, this house may not be kept, you and I will probably have to bear debts of several hundred million... Cough, cough, cough..."

  Yang Dong used too much force and started coughing violently, his face turned beet red.

  "The boat will naturally go straight to the bridgehead, don't worry," Song Tianjiao helped her husband pat his back, "There will be a way, there will be."