Zhangkou Grand Hotel.
Presidential Suite 888 on the 18th floor.
Ye Kai glared at Yang Chen, coldly saying, "Just you wait, Yang Chen! Even if you beg me for mercy on your knees crying today, I won't let you off! Prepare to die!"
Yang Chen smiled coldly, a disdainful hint on his lips.
At this moment, Yang Chen had made up his mind.
No matter what, Ye Xin was his woman, and no one could stop it!
At this moment, he roughly understood why Ye Xin had hidden the truth about coming here.
Jin Chen and the Ye family—Yang Chen had already guessed who might be involved, but exactly how powerful they were was still unclear.
After all, it had been so long since the establishment of the country; the leaders had branched out, and it was uncertain which generation they were at and what their connection to the real leaders was, no one could say.
Similarly, during the late Eastern Han Dynasty, Liu Bei of the royal family ended up farming for a living.
