"Shut up!"
Han Yao suddenly tightened his grip, and Ye Chutang began to cough.
Ye Yunfeng's pupils contracted—
"Han Yao! My sister saved your lives! How dare you treat her like this!?"
A twisted, crazed smile spread across Han Yao's face, his eyes filled with scorn.
"So what? My great Han Family is about to be destroyed. What's one worthless life to me now?!"
Ye Yunfeng's fists tightened.
'Today is the day of Han Tong's execution. On top of that, a fire last night burned the Han Family's estate to the ground. There's no telling what crazy thing Han Yao might do!'
A guard from behind stepped forward and said urgently, "Han Yao! Just tell us your demands! Whatever you do, don't harm Second Miss Ye!"
If something happened to Ye Chutang on their watch, they'd all face dire consequences.
"Enough nonsense!"
Han Yao's eyes were bloodshot, and his voice was hoarse.
