Ye Zhengyang?
When Ye Chen heard this name, his footsteps halted, and a familiar yet somewhat proud figure instinctively flashed in his mind, leaving him a bit stunned.
Could this Ye Zhengyang be the person he had quarreled with in his youth in this lifetime?
His gaze followed the crowd, among them was a handsome young man right amidst the throng. Though he had become more mature, that face carried a faint sense of familiarity, and he was indeed Ye Zhengyang.
However, now he was somewhat in a sorry state, surrounded by a large group of young Ye Family members, his clothes messy and dirty, with several clear footprints stamped on them, as if he had just been kicked and beaten.
At this moment, Ye Zhengyang's expression was icy as he fixed his gaze on a man dressed in luxurious yellow clothing, saying, "Ye Tianyang, I advise you not to waste your efforts; I won't tell you any information about Cousin Zimei."
