At this moment, Yan Sijue calmly called out, "Dad."
Mu Yiliang was slightly taken aback.
So he was Yan Sijue's father, Old Sir Yan's second son, Yan Feiyu.
He had made a speech at her and Yan Sijue's wedding, so Mu Yiliang had some impression of him. He looked in his forties and was well-maintained, without the typical middle-aged spread.
"Come over." Yan Feiyu quietly instructed them, leading them to the center of the banquet, then smiled and said to the crowd, "This is my son Yan Sijue, and his new wife, Mu Yiliang."
Applause erupted. People whispered to each other, their faces showing disdainful smiles. Mu Yiliang didn't need to think to know they were surely gossiping about her.
Yan Sijue seemed to be mocked because of her again.
Yet the man beside her, still holding her, remained calm, with a light smile on his face, slightly softening his strong and noble aura.
