"You should die!"
Ye Heng's eyes were cold as ice as he looked at Ye Tian.
From childhood to adulthood.
He had suffered under Ye Tian's bullying, and for a long time, no one in the Ye Family wanted to lay eyes on him.
Especially after his father's death.
The Ye Family gave no living space to him and his mother, his mother was driven out of the former courtyard by Ye Tian's father, even treated worse than some servants.
He and his mother could only live in a shed for firewood.
To support his cultivation, his mother washed clothes for the young masters and mistresses of the Ye Family, and she went out to mend clothes for others to earn a living. But even under such difficult circumstances, Ye Heng's mother never cut back on his food, she didn't compromise his attire, nor did she stint on his medicinal pills.
Mother and son had been reliant on each other for more than ten years.
During this time...
