Accompanying this sentence, Ye Qijun walked out from the Ye family's front gate.
There was a faint thunderous sound in his voice, inexplicably causing a chill in people's hearts.
Xu Nanjia involuntarily shivered all over and slowly raised her head.
Upon seeing who had arrived, her pupils contracted.
Originally, she assumed Xu Qiaoqiao's father would be a plain-looking or somewhat ugly lecherous old man, given the initial speculation that he was a murderer, not leaving a good impression.
However, at this moment, the person standing before her might have a somewhat pale complexion due to injury. Even so, his dark eyes carried an imposing presence.
Dressed in a sports outfit, standing there with just a casual glance conveyed an aura of authority without anger.
