Putting on a Show for Ye Qiu

The sounds inside the room could not be completely shut out, even with Ji Xing covering his ears and sealing off his six senses.

His face flushed red, heat roiling through his body. Never had he imagined that Sister Ling could be this wild.

Boom—

Just as he could no longer endure it and had no idea what to do, two figures crashed down amid a terrifying aura.

Ji Hong!

Ji Wei!

At that moment, Ji Hong's aura was incomparably violent. Especially after hearing the sounds from inside the room, that violent aura brimmed with towering Killing Intent.

Cold!

Cold to the marrow!

"Who?" The suppressed, low voice was like a waking evil dragon.

Ji Wei said, "It's the one you've always favored and protected at all costs—Ye Qiu!"

Ji Hong froze. Who?

Ye Qiu?

There was such a good thing?

Ji Xing immediately said, "Great-uncle, don't be impulsive. Brother Ye definitely didn't mean to do it. Definitely not. He's a good person. Maybe... maybe Sister Ling took the initiative?"

As he spoke, he stole a glance at Ji Hong, sweating nervously. The fist beneath his sleeve trembled uneasily.

Who did not know that Great-uncle had only this one granddaughter? His doting on Sister Ling had reached a point where reason simply did not exist.

For Ling'er's sake, this old man had killed who knew how many people.

Even Ji Xing himself, his own blood relative from the same lineage, had been beaten down countless times.

Even though Big Brother Ye had won great grandfather's approval, that approval probably would not mean much when it came to Sister Ling.

It was not just him. Ji Wei was feeling uneasy as well, even starting to regret it.

He should not have told this old bastard about it.

What if he really