Facing the warning look, Ye Miao couldn't help but fall silent in discontent.
He was baffled, why did his mother always have to stop him? Was Ye Jiuliang really that terrifying that they had to keep out of her way again and again?
Ye Lao's face was an iron blue as he commanded sternly, "Ye Rui, clarify yourself, what exactly happened?"
Ye Rui took a deep breath, his gaze swept across Xiang Zhen and the others, those hypocritical faces were simply nauseating.
In the end, his eyes rested on Ye Yan, and a sneer of mockery flickered across his lips.
Pointing at Ye Yan, he called out his full name and proclaimed firmly, "It's him, Ye Yan."
As the words fell, a deathly silence enveloped the surroundings.
Ye Yan's face was impassive, but a tempest raged in the depths of his eyes.
Narrowing his eyes, he looked at Ye Rui. His face still bore the unhealed bruises, making him look pale and haggard.
At this moment, he inexplicably felt that his son was unfathomable, somewhat estranged.
