Yan Xinmei cried pitifully, weeping up a storm. The other youths of House Yan exchanged various looks. It was unusual for her to lose control of her emotions on such an occasion.

The expression on Yan Zhenhuai’s sculpted face turned dark. As the top genius of the house, he knew how to gauge the situation. He could tell that Yan Xinmei must’ve been bullied.

“Keep your chin up and wipe off your tears, Xinmei. Don’t embarrass the house,” he transmitted. “Did someone do something to you? Which family was it?” 

His voice calmed her somewhat. Her tears slowly ceased, and she wiped her face before straightening up.

“I’m sorry,” she said quietly. “I’ve embarrassed everyone.”

“Why were you crying, Xinmei?” Yan Qingsang had to ask. “Did someone do something?”

She paled and shook her head vehemently. “Stop asking. I’m fine.”

Yan Qingsang shook his head. “You don’t look fine.”

“I will be in a while.” She tried putting on a brave face,...