As her voice fell, the dozens of ancient martial artists that surged forward immediately surrounded Ye Fei and his family, taking up an attacking stance.
The guests and reporters around them saw this scene as a treasure trove, immediately rushing toward the cordon to start taking photos and filming.
"I never intended to be high-profile," Ye Fei said with a faint smile. "But why do you always force my hand?"
After speaking, he handed Little Ye back to Su Yueru, slowly turned around, and looked at Mu Xiangjun.
"Do you know the consequences?"
"I don't give a damn about the consequences," Mu Xiangjun shouted fiercely. "All I know is that my son is still lying in the hospital, without even a chance to wish our family's old master a happy birthday."
"As the Mu Family's grandson, he doesn't get a chance, so do you think I, the young lady of the Mu Family, would give you that opportunity?"
