For a moment, Yan Zhengrong began to panic, completely at a loss.
Right now, he was all alone, an old man with one foot in the grave. Facing Ye Xunhuan, he was completely like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, with no power to resist.
In Ye Xunhuan's eyes, Yan Zhengrong was also a lamb to be slaughtered, so he proceeded unhurriedly, leisurely walking towards Yan Zhengrong as if he were on a stroll!
Watching the distance between himself and Ye Xunhuan shrink step by step, Yan Zhengrong's heart was completely seized by fear, filled with panic, and his aged body trembled slightly at this moment.
When Ye Xunhuan was only three steps away from him, Yan Zhengrong trembled as he said, "Ye Xunhuan, can we talk this out!"
Even though Yan Zhengrong tried hard to control his emotions and the panic in his heart, the trembling in his voice betrayed his truest feelings inside.
"Talk?" Ye Xunhuan looked at Yan Zhengrong with some mockery, "Don't you think it's a bit too late to say this now?"
