Faced with his three closest relatives, Ye Wuzhi's heart had gone completely cold.
He could not help laughing in fury as he stared at Ye Wuyu, then rasped, "Eldest Sister is your sister too. When have you ever respected her? When have you ever looked after Zhenglong and Yuexi? Do you even have the nerve to say that?"
As his words fell, Ye Wuyu's face darkened. Ye Wuzhi had actually brought up that bitch Ye Wuyan again.
But before they could speak, Ye Wuzhi let out another icy, bitter laugh...
"Ha ha ha..."
"Fine. I, Ye Wuzhi, will pretend I never had brothers and sisters like you. From this day on, we cut each other off with a single blade."
He had utterly stopped harboring any illusions. Originally, he had intended to plead with Sikong Jing on behalf of his second brother, Ye Wukui.
But now, he no longer wanted to.
Outside the hall, Xiong Tingting listened to Ye Wuzhi's miserable laughter and said quietly, "Young Master Sikong, I want freedom so badly. If I could, I'd truly want to follow you and whip those bastards like Ye Wucan to death."
She was nearly furious beyond endurance herself, enraged to the utmost on Ye Wuzhi's behalf.
Sikong Jing's expression remained calm. Ye Wucan and the others' behavior had long been within his expectations. He merely wanted Ye Wuzhi to see everything clearly, so that he would no longer cling to any illusions about Ye Wucan and the rest.
Sikong Jing drew a soft breath and rose to his feet. "Don't worry. You'll have freedom."
Then Sikong Jing smiled again. "Boss Wenxiang, I'll have to immobilize you next. My appearance cannot be known or suspected yet, so even if you came to Willow Leaf Holy Manor, you never saw me..."
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