Ye Xunhuan looked down at Yan Haohan like an ancient emperor, the disdain on his face growing stronger.
Yan Haohan's iron fists had unknowingly clenched tightly, his fingernails digging into his palms and drawing blood, which seeped under his nails.
Yet, Yan Haohan seemed utterly numb, not feeling any pain at all.
He called out to Ye Xunhuan because he couldn't afford to gamble. If Ye Xunhuan indeed began killing, the Yan family couldn't possibly stop him.
But who would have thought Ye Xunhuan would act even more domineeringly, completely controlling the life and death of everyone in the Yan family.
"You don't have to tell me. I won't force you!" Ye Xunhuan said casually.
Upon hearing Ye Xunhuan's words, Yan Haohan felt a tumult in his organs, almost spewing a mouthful of blood.
Is this not forcing me?
In the next moment, Yan Haohan gritted his teeth, almost spitting out every word!
"Alright, I'll release him!"
