Beiming Han's hand clenched into a fist. Even as calm as he was, seeing Beiming Jue's shameless face, he still had feelings.
Beiming Jue's expression turned cold, then he curled his lips into a sarcastic smile, "Probably, I'll go check on him, you guys keep chatting."
Beiming Jue left, and Huangfu Ye felt like he was having a heart attack, "How can someone be such a jerk! One day, I'm going to twist his head off!"
"Let's go pay respect to Grandpa first." Beiming Han stood up, and the three of them headed to the ancestral hall together.
...
Ye Yingsu heard a sound outside. She suddenly opened her eyes and quickly took a gun from underneath her pillow, slowly walking out of the bedroom.
She decisively opened the door and pointed the gun at whoever was in the living room. Her wrist was grabbed, and the gun in her hand was almost taken away. Ye Yingsu quickly dodged and aimed the gun at the other person's head.
