Ye Chuji was stunned. His heart trembled with a deep sense of guilt.
Everyone knew that ye Jianguo’s reverse scale was ye Rong. The person who could not be mentioned the most was ye Rong. The person who could not be hurt the most was ye Rong. This was the wound that had been stored in his body for a lifetime. The slightest touch would cause unbearable pain.
Moreover, this curse would drag ye Rong into it.
Ye Chuji turned around. There was no need to ask anymore. All he wanted to ask was to ask, and all he wanted to say was to say.
“What? You’re here, but you’re not going to visit your niece?”
Ye Jianguo’s voice sounded behind him, and a cold wind blew past ye Chuji’s bones.
