Ye Chen looked at his big bald senior brother with an awkward yet polite smile.
What's bad about his senior brother's intentions?
He's just a simpleton.
Even simpler than Luo Tian!
Even now, as strong as he is.
He can only smile and accept the sabotage from his simpleton senior brother.
Ye Chen will never forget the words his senior brother spoke after losing his cultivation at Cangxing Martial Arts Academy, when he was drunk.
A moment later.
Everyone gradually dispersed.
Ye Zhenming walked up, patted Ye Chen on the shoulder, and said, "Chen'Er, when you're done, meet your younger siblings. They've been calling your name from morning to night."
Ye Chen nodded and said, "Third Uncle, I've met Sisi. She's a smart little girl. You've worked hard these past two years for the Ye Family, expanding our branches. It's really not easy."
Ye Zhenming sighed and said, "Yes, I didn't want this either. It even delayed my cultivation. Your hundreds of aunts... sigh!"
Ye Chen: "..."
