YeTongtian saw Ye Zhen charging over and, almost reflexively, intercepted him midway.
"No."
YeTongtian said in a deep voice.
"Father, he killed my son, Ye Chen is dead, he's dead, I can't let Chen Feng go, I can't."
Ye Zhen was so angry that he seemed to lose all reason,
YeTongtian lowered his voice and whispered, "Have you forgotten our grand plan?"
With just this simple sentence, Ye Zhen instantly felt as if he had been doused with a bucket of cold water and abruptly calmed down.
YeTongtian breathed a sigh of relief and said, "You are nearly fifty, you should know when to advance and when to retreat. Let's stop here for today's matter. A gentleman can take his revenge even after ten years."
"Father, it's just that, my heart is in agony."
Ye Zhen growled lowly.
"Endure it."
YeTongtian said, "One day, our East King Mansion will make Chen Feng pay back everything with interest."
"Yes, I will heed your advice."
Ye Zhen said through gritted teeth.
