Ye Bo looked at Song Mengjie with a complex look and bowed his head all the time. The other side's cautious manner made him unable to get angry even though it was only sympathy for the weak.

Then he turned his attention to the young master who was on the verge of eruption, and saw Ye Nianmo's eyes burst into a very strong, angry mood, leaning forward slightly, as if he were a leopard waiting for development.

"Zhuo Xuan, don't you have anything to explain?" Yenianmu opened his mouth coldly, and his voice seemed to be squeezed out of his teeth.

A bitter and sarcastic smile flashed across the corner...