Did these so-called relatives not regard Jingxue Yian as a thorn in their side?
Ye Xingbei's lips curved into a mocking smile as his gaze swept over the group of people.
Today was a weekend, and the families of Jingxue Yian's second and third uncles were fully present.
The family of four from Jingxue Yian's second uncle and the family of four from Jingxue Yian's third uncle had all arrived.
Besides them, there were also two young men whom Ye Xingbei did not recognize.
One was dark and burly, tall and large, not exactly ugly and could be considered slightly above average in appearance. However, he emitted an eerie vibe all over, looking somewhat like a butcher who slaughtered pigs and sheep.
The other was short, with a rounded body and a chubby face, looking rather delicate. His long, narrow eyes crinkled into slits, giving off the impression of a smile, and he seemed amiable enough not to be disliked.
