The night was inky black, and a light breeze carried the dry, yellow leaves from the roadside trees fluttering down, casting a desolate air.
Ye Fan, driving the Rolls-Royce Phantom, slowly approached the villa. Seeing this scene, he seemed to be moved and could not help but give a bitter smile.
Although Zhao Meng, the head of the Yanhuang Organization in Dong Hai, had warned him that the Ye Family might not accept him, he felt Zhao Meng made sense and was mentally prepared.
But—
He had not expected that the Ye Family would be so eager to find him and make him disassociate from Ye Wenhao.
Even more unexpectedly, his father, whom he had recognized, had cruelly abandoned him and his mother for worldly power, even driving his mother to leap off a cliff to her death!
Crack!
Thinking of all this, the pain surged back in Ye Fan's face, which had just regained its calm, and his fists clenched involuntarily.
