The phone conversation with her father solved Zi Yan's problem.

Zi Yan came out of the bedroom, sat beside Zhang Han, leaned over, and whispered in his ear, "No problem… But my father seems to hate you."

Then Zi Yan lowered her head, covered her mouth, and chuckled.

She didn't know how her husband would deal with his father-in-law, but she was looking forward to it.

"Well, I deserve it. After all, I stole his little princess." Zhang ...