The Ouyang Family's more than twenty members were packed into a living room, with the head of the Ouyang Family, Ouyang Qingfeng, Ouyang Zijing's uncle, sitting in the main seat.
"The Grand Old Master spoils her beyond measure. How can he intervene in this matter?"
"Exactly, with this coming to light, we can't clear ourselves of suspicion, and as for her inept husband, I doubt we can keep it under wraps."
"Sigh, it's truly... truly disgraceful!"
"..."
Ouyang Qingfeng raised his hand slightly, looking at a middle-aged man in his early fifties: "Qingle, Zijing is your daughter, come up with a decision."
Ouyang Zijing's father, Ouyang Qingle, stood up with a difficult expression: "Brother, whatever the family decides, we will abide by. As parents, we failed to educate her properly and have shamed everyone..." Saying this, he bowed deeply.
A graceful woman in her forties quickly stood up: "Brother, no matter what, she is still our daughter. Please show some mercy..."
