Since they couldn't disturb the old Mr. Ye in the ward, the Ye family members could only stay in the lounge outside the ward. At this time, they were all very anxious, more worried about what they should do if the old Mr. Ye died suddenly without leaving any words behind.
Yet, some other people were even more anxious than they were.
Not afar, a voice familiar to them came from the corridor.
It was a voice full of abnormal fury.
It was Ye Yi's voice.
At this time, extreme redness covered his face and climbed along the way to the root of his neck, not because of his worries about his father, the old Mr. Ye's illness, but because of anger.
Ye Yi roared at his eldest brother Ye Hao like mad.
"You mean it, right? You just want dad to die early so that you can inherit all the property of Ye family. Son of a bitch..."
Ye Yi cursed, one hand having clenched into a fist.
