"Since Xu Zhiye dared to lay a finger on my woman, he must pay the price!"
"However, consider him lucky, he escaped death twice, and now he's back with a new face."
Ye Che chuckled coldly as he looked up at Xu Mao with an intimidating presence.
"Xu Mao, you'd be better off teaching your son a lesson at home rather than making a fuss here. If he ever dares to lay eyes on Xia Weiyi again, my response won't be as simple as a blow to the shoulder!"
"You worthless brat!" The Ye family patriarch bellowed in anger and lifted his cane, striking straight for his shoulder.
Ye Che, already covered in injuries, still knelt there without flinching, not dodging the attack. Seeing the blood at the corner of his grandson's mouth, the elderly Ye couldn't bring himself to strike.
He just gave him a stern warning.
