At eleven o'clock at night, the living room of the Ye family villa was still brightly lit.
Ye Zhenhong sat on the living room sofa with a stern expression on his face, while Ye Dongjian kept him company at his side; seeing that his elderly family head remained silent, he did not dare to even take a deep breath.
After a moment, Ye Zhenhong asked, "Dongjian, where do you think Chenfeng learned all his skills from?"
The news of Ye Chenfeng crippling Song Bin had reached Elder Ye's ears almost immediately. Otherwise, why would he stay up late and not go to sleep, lingering in the living room? Was he bored out of his mind?
