91 Softie for his daughter

His eyes were deep and serene, just like a pool of spring water. Figuring out what he was thinking was unfathomable, yet one could not help becoming immersed in those eyes…

"I'm talking to Yuehan. How dare you, a nurse, interrupt us!" When Cheng Xiuliu heard those words, she gnashed her teeth in anger as she loudly told off Nian Xiaomu.

Yu Yuehan's face darkened when he heard what she said.

The atmosphere in the room started to change.

Cheng Xiuliu felt goosebumps rising from his stare. Just as she was about to say something, she saw Yu Yuehan take his cell phone out of his pocket to make a phone call, then tossing it onto the coffee table.

Shortly later, the assistant's voice spoke up from the phone.

"Young Master, we have checked the bank transactions. There have been large amounts of money deposited into Fang Zhenyi's bank account this month. I have already gotten ahold of the statements…"