‘No, I must wait for him to come back,’ thinking like this, Lu Yingying sat down.
When Ye Mo got to the Yuan family mansion, there were five people in Yuan Zhirong’s room.
There were three men on the left side, one of which was in his 50s and had a scar on his forehead. His nose was flat, yet he had a certain temperament to him. Ye Mo believed this to be Yuan Zhirong.
There was a person beside Yuan Zhirong who was already in his 40s but still looked very ferocious. There were two men on the right, one was the righteous looking man that had been at the feast. Then there was a youth next to this man who Ye Mo thought was probably Yuan Qibing.
Remembering how this person had sent people to attack Ning Qingxue on the plane, killing intent appeared in Ye Mo’s eyes. If it wasn’t for that Black Sun Empire, Ning Qingxue might’ve really been abducted.
