Facing three close family members, Ye Wuzhi felt completely disillusioned.
He couldn't help but laugh in anger as he stared at Ye Wuyu, then hoarsely yelled, "Your eldest sister is also your sister. When have you ever respected her? When have you ever cared for Zhenglong and Yue Xi? Do you have any shame?"
As his voice fell, Ye Wuyu's face turned dark; Ye Wuzhi had once again mentioned that wicked woman, Ye Wuyan.
But before they could respond, Ye Wuzhi burst out in a cold, hearty laugh…
"Hahaha..."
"Enough, from now on, I'll consider myself without siblings like you. Let's sever all ties."
He completely gave up hope; initially, he had thought of pleading with Sikong Jing to beg for mercy for his second brother Ye Wukui.
But now, he had changed his mind.
Outside the hall, Xiong Tingting listened to Ye Wuzhi's bitter laughter and quietly said, "Young Master Sikong, I long for freedom. If it were possible, I'd follow you and thrash those bastards like Ye Wushen."
