After Fang Zhixuan learned that Yan Qingdi was killed by Ye Xunhuan, she nearly fainted.
She and Yan Jinglin had only one son, but he was killed by Ye Xunhuan, and the pain in her heart was unimaginable.
She also wished to kill Ye Xunhuan to avenge her son, but she knew that killing Ye Xunhuan was not a simple matter.
Moreover, without Yan Zhengrong's nod, any action they took could lead to severe consequences in the future.
Now, hearing the hatred and murderous intent in Yan Jinglin's words, a fierce expression appeared on Fang Zhixuan's well-maintained face, quickly replaced by worry.
"Jinglin, that little bastard is protected by the old fox from the Qin family and also by Qin Rumeng. We..."
"No matter who protects him, I will kill him!" Yan Jinglin said through gritted teeth, "He must die!"
Yan Qingdi was his hope, but Ye Xunhuan killed him, effectively cutting off Yan Jinglin's lifeline.
Only Ye Xunhuan's blood could quell this hatred and vengeance.
