Before long, two bodyguards brought in a middle-aged man from outside.

For a moment, Madam Qin San froze completely.

“Dad, save me!” the chubby man immediately shouted. “Sis has gone crazy! She’s spilled everything!”

Yu Xin snorted coldly, showing no emotion toward this so-called father.

Perhaps when she was younger, she had naively thought that her father, after divorcing her mother, took her along out of genuine love. But as she grew up, she slowly realized the truth. A gambler like him taking a daughter along wasn’t an act of affection—it was just a convenient way to keep something of value on hand for desperate times. He couldn’t bear to part with his precious son, but a daughter? That was no big deal.

It was only by chance that he reconnected with his old lover, and Yu Xin’s role changed accordingly.

The man, visibly nervous, looked at his detained son, then at his daughter, and finally at the frantic and disheveled Madam Qin San. His legs trembled so much they could barely support him.