Male God, a Little Su

"father……"

Su Xue's body stiffened, she turned around slowly, and threw herself to kneel in front of Su Hou.

Choking and kowtowing, "Daddy, it's Xue'er that's wrong. You shouldn't have a fight with your sister. It's all Xue'er's fault. Daddy, don't blame your sister. If you want to blame Xue'er, blame Xue'er! Wuwuwu..."

Su Hou felt a headache from crying. He looked at his beloved daughter and sighed, "You get up, this has nothing to do with you! I want to see what else that bad girl is going to do, doesn't she even bother me? Can’t beat him too? He’s gloomy all day long and looks like no one, and if I go out, I’ll be ashamed of me!”

"Daddy..."

"Master Hou..."

Mrs. Liu silently looked at Su Xue with a smile in her eyes.

The two have been begging for Su Yan's forgiveness, taking all the faults on their own in their words, and insisting that Marquis Su let Su Yan go.

However, the more you say that, the more fuel you add to the fire.

Su Haoqi's face was sinking like water, as if he would be able to ask for a monk in the next second and beat this unfilial daughter to death.

Su Yan was dragged off the bed, and before she could ask a question, she was dragged out of the door.

These people were obviously bought by Mrs. Liu long ago, and they were not polite at all when they treated Su Yan, the direct daughter.

Su Yan could imagine that her arms must have been pinched blue.

Entering Xiliuyuan, Su Rou was pressed by two servants, and his knees hit the hard ground heavily.

"Yeah, what are you doing—" Madam Liu was startled, and was about to get up to help Su Yan.

Su Hou grabbed Mrs. Liu and snorted coldly: "You are sitting here, you are not allowed to beg for her forgiveness today!"

Su Yan's hair was messy, and she knelt on the ground without begging for mercy. He just slowly raised his head and looked directly at Su Hou.

The blood-smeared half of his face looked extremely miserable.

Mrs. Liu was taken aback and glanced at Su Xue, feeling that something was wrong when she heard the girl speak slowly.

"Dad, I don't know that you are making a lot of fanfare and dragging Yan'er all the way from the bed to here. What heinous crime did Yan'er commit?"

"How dare you say so?!"

Looking at her horrific face, Su Hou felt inexplicably lacking in words.

This daughter has always been cowardly, and has never had a sense of existence in his impression. The deepest impression is that she has a temperamental temperament and likes to trouble Mrs. Liu and Su Xue very much.

But when he asked, he was like a mute and didn't say anything.

Over time, the last bit of Su Hou's affection for her was consumed.

"Why can't you tell me if you have any doubts?" Su Yan tilted her head and looked innocently at Su Hou, her voice suddenly became a little sad, and she said in a hoarse voice: "I thought Daddy would ask me first when he saw me for the first time. How did the injury on the head come from, but I don't think that my father just blamed me blindly, could it be that I am not my father's daughter?"

Facing her question, Su Hou was dumbfounded for a while, and he looked at him silently.

Mrs. Liu secretly said that it was not good. The Hou Ye was soft-hearted. After all, the flesh-and-blood relationship, no matter how neglected it was on weekdays, could not be given up.

She hurriedly said, "What's the matter with you servants, you don't even care about Second Miss Dian, what if there is a scar on the forehead?! Come on, call the doctor!"

This immediately reminded Marquis Su, who asked in a cold voice, "Then let me ask you, you are injured, but you were injured in a fight with your sister? And Mrs. Liu's finger, but you also broke it?!"