"Putting on a mysterious act!" Ye Shaokang snorted coldly, then crudely ripped the sunglasses and mask from Ye Xiu's face.
He was very rough. He wasn't afraid of Song Penghui, and the Ye Family wasn't afraid of the Vajra Sect. Even if Song Penghui had tried to stop him, he wouldn't have succeeded. Song Penghui's defensive power was superior, but he was no match for Ye Shaokang in any other aspect.
However, when Ye Shaokang saw the face behind the sunglasses and mask, he screamed as if he had seen a ghost. "Ye Xiu?"
As he cried out, he stumbled back several steps, his face and eyes filled with terror.
"To think you can still recognize me at a glance after ten years, Uncle. As your nephew, I'm truly moved," Ye Xiu said with a smile that didn't reach his eyes.
"Heh heh, nephew… I'm just so overjoyed to see you, heh…" Ye Shaokang forced a smile that looked uglier than a grimace. He was scared out of his wits.
