Ye Zhixiang was even more scared than Grandma Ye, especially when Ye Jian inched closer with every sentence she spoke while carrying the photos. Ye Zhixiang got so frightened she screamed instantly. "Take it away! Take it away! Ye Jian, you wicked girl, take the photo away! Take it away!"
She was screaming hysterically. You could tell how fearful she was.
"Ms. Ye, what are you afraid of? Weren't you acting all high and mighty when you scolded my dad in the past? Now that he's not around, why are you afraid of his photo?" There was no expression on Ye Jian's face. It was cold and icy. "You are scared of a photo. Ms. Ye, what do you want to prove?"
Ye Zhixiang, who was dressed in red, was no longer as arrogant as she was when she was outside the school gates. Her hair was in a mess and she didn't dare to look at Ye Jian. She automatically disregarded everything Ye Jian said and kept hiding behind Grandma Ye.
