Yan Jinglin, come out and meet your death!
This roar lingered in the air for a long time.
In the Yan family's backyard, Yan Jinglin, who was chatting with Yan Zhengrong, shuddered violently upon hearing the roar, his expression subtly changing in that instant.
A sense of unease immediately spread from his heart.
Not only did Yan Jinglin's face change, but even Yan Zhengrong, who was usually unshakable and extraordinarily steady, found his face changing as well. His gaze instinctively fell on Yan Jinglin, the inquiry in it self-evident.
"Jinglin, what have you done?" Yan Zhengrong inquired in a somewhat deep tone.
The deep voice of Yan Zhengrong echoed in his ears, making Yan Jinglin's expression a bit unnatural, while the unease in his heart grew even stronger.
Could it be that the night operation failed, and Ye Xunhuan found out it was me, and now he's here for revenge?
All kinds of thoughts started tumbling in Yan Jinglin's mind.
