Inside a standalone villa in the northern suburbs of Yanjing, a young man sat quietly on the sofa, looking at the opposite wall, motionless for a long time!
In his hand was a cup of white viscous liquid, and on the wall in his line of sight, there was a huge portrait!
And the portrait was of Ye Feng!
Ye Feng's delicate features, the subtle smile at the corner of his mouth, the deep and captivating eyes, vivid and expressive!
Gazing at Ye Feng's portrait, the young man drank the white viscous liquid in one gulp, his eyes filled with jealousy and a fierce glow!
"Why?"
The young man's voice was extremely chilling, and at this moment, his bloodshot eyes were fixed on Ye Feng's portrait, murmuring:
"Why are you just a little bastard, a despised illegitimate child! Yet that old man protects you like this! Why can he confine me, his own grandson, because of you!!!"
In the youth's eyes, the flame of jealousy surged, like a beast eyeing its enemy, wishing to tear the opponent apart:
