Ye Qizu gave Ye Shengming no further chance to explain, waving his hand for someone to capture Ye Shengming, his face icy cold, "Watch him well for me, I have many questions to ask him."
The two middle-aged men standing beside Ye Qizu immediately nodded, stepped forward to restrain the injured Ye Shengming, half pulling, half dragging him away.
Before leaving, Ye Shengming couldn't help but glance at Ye Siyuan, this was the first time he was so disheveled in front of her.
Ye Siyuan remained expressionless, her eyes cold as ice, as if to say: This is your deserved retribution.
On a nearby tree, Long Jing and his father laid comfortably on the branches, enjoying the spectacle below.
"That's it, how boring," Long Jing yawned in boredom.
Long Teng glanced at him, "Your chance to play the good guy has come again."
