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Chapter 388

"No, then Xiao Yang..."

"If you can tell him to give you money, I have nothing to say!"

Joke, Xiao Yang is now the person under the lord of the city. Why does their Ye family need to get into trouble?

Not to mention that they were afraid that Xiao Yang would tell the city lord about what happened back then. If the city lord and the others found out, then would their Ye family have a peaceful life?

Xiao Yang could see that Ye Tiexun didn't want to really break up with him, but Ye Jianjun disagreed.

Five hundred million and five hundred thousand can be said to be one in the sky and the other underground, and the difference is not a little bit.

Ye Jianjun has been abroad for many years, but he doesn't know what the old man of the Ye family is afraid of.

Isn’t he just a useless son-in-law? I haven’t seen Mr. Ye pay so much attention to him before. Why did he start to pay attention to Xiao Yang by the city lord?

He didn't believe it anymore. Can this waste be really capable?

"I'm not the son-in-law of someone else's city lord. As long as I'm still my son-in-law of the Ye family for one day, I'm qualified to let him get the money!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Jianjun rushed towards Xiao Yang with great momentum, raised his fist clumsyly and was about to smash it at Xiao Yang.

Seeing this, no one from the Ye family stopped him, and even showed a look of watching the show.

Xiao Yang was a disabled person who beat Ye Shaolong into a disabled person with bare hands. Ye Jianjun's physique is not as good as Ye Shaolong. It is obvious who will suffer if he punches.

Ye Jianjun punched and did not touch Xiao Yang's body. Instead, Xiao Yang broke his hand and screamed on the ground in pain.

"Xiao Yang, you dare to touch me! You dare to touch me? I am Ye Churan's second uncle. You disrespect your elders and have to deal with them according to the clan rules!"

Seeing him rolling around in a mess, how could a middle-aged man know himself?

A trace of disgust flashed in Xiao Yang's eyes, and he picked up the tissue beside him and wiped his hands: "I'm looking forward to it, who dares to touch me?"

After saying that, Xiao Yang looked around for a while, and the people he saw lowered their heads one after another, and even Liu Lian hid in the crowd and did not dare to speak.

Ye Shaolong is the child she adopted. The Ye family didn't want to make this big deal. Her adoptive mother had long been disheartened by the Ye family. At this time, she was so happy to see Xiao Yang beat Ye Jianjun half to death.

"Dad..." Ye Shaojie saw Ye Jianjun rolling in pain on the ground, and he was his biological father after all, so he hurried to Ye Jianjun's side and stared at Xiao Yang with his eyes rippled.

"Xiao Yang! You dare to hit my dad?"

"I even beat you, but I can't touch you anymore?"

"you!"

Ye Shaojie's face turned red, trying to seek justice for Ye Jianjun, but when he thought of Xiao Yang's skills, he was as sad as a balloon.

It’s not that he hadn’t fought with Xiao Yang, but he was lame for several months.

When he thought of the humiliating days before, a hint of redness appeared on Ye Shaojie's face.

No, if Xiao Yang was asked to go back today, wouldn’t he soon step on his head with the relationship between Xiao Yang and the city lord?

Being trampled on the head by a waste? What a joke!

A trace of darkness flashed in Ye Shaojie's eyes, but at this time, he couldn't do anything to Xiao Yang in front of so many people.

His mind was still clear, and he knew that he could not beat Xiao Yang and could not confront Xiao Yang head-on, so he quickly suppressed his anger.

With Ye Shaolong's previous lesson, he also knew that he could not fight Xiao Yang openly, otherwise he might be killed like Ye Shaolong!
Chapter completed!
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