Ye Boheng's words were piercingly harsh.
The meaning behind them made both Ye Tianqu and Tu Yong uncomfortable, and their brows furrowed in unison.
"Bastard! Is that any way to speak?"
Ye Tianqu rebuked him sternly. "Apologize to this fellow Daoist, now!"
Ye Boheng stubbornly said, "I'm only telling the truth."
Ye Tianqu's expression darkened.
Su Yi, who had been watching coldly from the sidelines, suddenly said, "Since you dare speak the truth, why don't you tell your father about what you did last night?"
Ye Boheng froze for a moment. Then his expression changed slightly. "What do you mean?"
"If you dared to do it, then you should dare to own it. I'll give you a chance to turn over a new leaf. If you insist on making me expose it, you'll have no chance at redemption left."
Su Yi casually took out a rattan chair and sat beside the railing. Taking out a jug of wine, he drank to his heart's content.
At the sight of this, suspicion arose in Ye Tianqu's heart. Frowning, he looked at Ye Boheng. "What did you do last night?"
Tu Yong turned his gaze toward Ye Boheng as well.
The pressure on Ye Boheng surged, and his expression flickered uncertainly.
After a long while, he took a deep breath. "Father, do you remember what I said before? No matter what I did, I would never let you or Uncle Yong come to harm."
Ye Tianqu had already realized something. His expression turned grim as he said, word by word, "I'm asking you—what did you do last night?!"
His voice was fierce and stern.
The unmasked fury in his voice made Ye Boheng's face go pale, and his entire body trembled.
In all his life, he had never seen his father so enraged!