Ye Lu signaled to the bodyguard standing behind her with a glance, and the two bodyguards immediately went up and untied the ropes binding him.
Ye Wanli glared at them fiercely, "Hurry up with your hands and feet, don't dawdle; I am her foster father, show some respect to me."
Ye Lu watched coldly as the two bodyguards, after untying his ropes, backhanded him two slaps, the loud and sharp sounds of the slaps echoing through the entire hall.
How strong were the bodyguards' hands? The hits left Ye Wanli's ears ringing and blood streaming from the corners of his mouth and nose. He was completely stunned, looking at Ye Lu in disbelief.
"Ye Wanli, this is my repayment for your 'fostering grace,' but it seems like the repayment is a little too modest," Ye Lu said with a smile, gesturing to the bodyguard, "give him some more 'ingredients'."
"Ye Lu, you bitch," Ye Wanli roared in disbelief.
