Ye Luo watched quietly from the side without speaking, while Ren Zhanyang, although there was a slightly surprised look in his eyes, did not say a word, nor did he make any move.

No one really knows who Ren Zhanyang is, how sharp his mind is, and how fast his brain is spinning. Since he is Ye Xiaoran's mother, and his precious mother's Ye Luo has not made any movement, then it is absolutely impossible to know who Ren Zhanyang is.

No need to take action yourself.

But……

Seeing that Ye Xiaoran had been surrounded for several minutes, more than a dozen people took turns to ravage her, but Ye Xiaoran did not make a sound, nor did she move a step.[

Ren Zhanyang still felt a little strange in his heart - if they didn't leave, even if he knew that Ye Xiaoran would not be wronged here and there would be any danger, he would still want to take action.

However, Ren Zhanyang's feeling was quite accurate, because this was probably the limit of Ye Xiaoran's patience.

And...that's also where the dozen or so women who came on horseback were very smart. They knew exactly where Ye Xiaoran's limits were, so before she got angry, they all kept quiet and slowly pushed away.

A new round of questions began, gentle and full of worry.

Some of these women are older than Ye Zhanyan next to them, but some of the younger ones are on par with Ye Xiaoran, and they vary in fat, thin, tall and short, but without exception, facing Ye Xiaoran

When I was wearing the flute, the expression on my face was full of longing and worry.

After they retreated a little, they revealed Ye Xiaoran, who had been tortured mentally and physically by the surrounding people for several minutes, and was almost crying in the wind.

Her heart was like a galloping horse, roaring non-stop—a grass mud horse, a grass mud horse, a grass mud horse!

This is what greets her every time she comes back, without any exception, and to get out of this place, the price she needs to pay is even greater than this!

Can you blame her for not wanting to come home more often?!

Can you blame her for always wanting to escape?!

Only people with godlike willpower can survive such constant ravages...

Seeing that her hair, which had grown to her shoulders these days, was being messed up and messed up like a chicken coop, almost a lunatic, and her clothes were in tatters, like a beggar, Ye Xiaoran had no choice but to

My heart is full of bullshit.
Chapter completed!