As he felt Ye Xunhuan's gaze, as sharp and cold as a sword, Yan Jinglin's heart skipped a beat, and a chill engulfed his entire body from head to toe, while his heart began to race uncontrollably.
Yan Zhengrong, on the other hand, was relatively calm, not as panicked as Yan Jinglin, and remained composed.
Just as Ye Xunhuan appeared, some people from the front yard immediately surrounded him completely.
These people, although they surrounded Ye Xunhuan, their faces were marked with a deep-seated fear.
They had seen the terrifying side of Ye Xunhuan before and realized he was no human, but a demon, a nightmare!
No one could stop him; even if encircled, Ye Xunhuan could clear a vast area in the blink of an eye.
Therefore, facing this encirclement, Ye Xunhuan showed no sign of panic or fear, remaining utterly calm.
"Ye Xunhuan!" Yan Zhengrong gazed at him and asked softly, "May I know why you have barged into my Yan family?"
