Ye Ling's words didn't seem like much, but Ye Jianjun felt a chill run through his body, his eyes suddenly wide open.
After speaking, Ye Ling didn't bother with any more words to Ye Jianjun; instead, he walked to his mother's side, took her hand, and swept his gaze over everyone present.
"I, Wang Shufen's son, see my family as my scales in reverse, my everything!"
"In dealing with friends, I am sincere and reciprocal."
"In dealing with enemies, I destroy with one hand!"
Having said this, Ye Ling stopped talking and began to comfort his mother, believing that Wang Shufen must feel deeply saddened to see the yard where she had lived for many years in such ruin.
Ye Ling's fingertips burst with spiritual power, which he channeled into Wang Shufen's body, flowing smoothly, soothing her sorrow and her agitated blood.
