Hearing this disdainful voice.
Ye Fei immediately furrowed his brows, and Father Ye's face darkened as well.
A middle-aged man in a crisp suit appeared, arms crossed, accompanied by three or four others, looking at them with an arrogant expression.
"You're Ye Zhixiong's lackey, Xie Rong!" Father Ye stared at the man and sneered coldly.
"How dare you!"
Xie Rong's brow tightened as he rebuked, "You dare to address the Family Head by name? Oh, I forgot—recently the old master arranged a marriage alliance for your son, and you thought your status would rise as well?"
"I never had such thoughts!" Ye Zhigang immediately frowned and responded.
"Whether you did or not, you know it yourself. Oh, and let me tell you something—our Ye Family doesn't entertain riff-raff. You'd best find somewhere else to stay, lest your whole family ends up homeless!"
