Not far away, Li Qiaomeng observed everything with nearly exhausted patience. The knife in her hand pressed a bit deeper against Ye Xiyuan's neck.
At this moment, Ye Xiyuan's consciousness was becoming hazy. She could sense her life force steadily slipping away. Uncertain of how much longer she could endure, she even questioned if she would leave this place alive today.
"Since none of you care about Ye Xiyuan's life, then don't blame me." Li Qiaomeng, wearing a fierce expression, shouted, "I'm going to kill Ye Xiyuan now. Even if I have to die, I want her to bear the consequences."
"Do as you please." Ye Leng'an remained indifferent. "However, Li Qiaomeng, after you kill Ye Xiyuan, you'd better commit suicide immediately. Otherwise, your fate won't be much better. Also, after you die, remember to protect your family. You have to know that those people from the Ye family won't let this matter end just because you're dead. At that time, all the revenge will fall on your family."
