Yanjing City, within the Yan family!
Yan Jinglin was unaware that the attempt in the night had failed, and now Ye Xunhuan intended to kill him.
At this moment, Yan Jinglin was sitting in the Yan family courtyard, playing chess with Yan Zhengrong.
"You've been distracted all along, what's on your mind?" Yan Zhengrong asked, looking at the somewhat absent-minded Yan Jinglin.
Upon hearing Yan Zhengrong's words, Yan Jinglin's heart skipped a beat, thinking Yan Zhengrong had seen through him, he quickly said, "Nothing!"
"There's no need to lie to me!"
"Dad, that little brat Ye Xunhuan is leaving today!" Yan Jinglin put on an unwilling and ferocious face, "The Qin family hasn't acted until now, how long do I have to wait..."
"Good things take time, don't rush." Yan Zhengrong sighed slightly in his heart.
He understood Yan Jinglin's feelings at the moment, after all, Ye Xunhuan had killed his son, and Yan Jinglin must have wished to tear Ye Xunhuan apart.
