Ji Hong's face was full of unwillingness, but when facing Ye Chenwen, she was helpless; all her hopes now could only be pinned on Su Changfeng.
"Canghai will definitely make you pay for this." Ji Hong's face was full of anger.
"With someone as useless as Su Changfeng, you still want to fight me? I've never considered that waste from the beginning to the end."
After Ye Chenwen left, Ji Hong looked at the chaotic ancestral hall, tears streaming down her face. What she must do every day, coming to the ancestral hall in the morning and evening to light incense, was her sole solace in the Ye Family. For this reason, Ji Hong wouldn't leave easily, but she never expected Ye Chenwen to destroy the ancestral hall.
Not a single memorial tablet was intact.
Even though the tablets could be remade, the humiliation Ye Chenwen brought to the Ye Family couldn't be erased by anything.
