He raised his hand and wiped the corner of his lips with his thumb. When he saw the blood on his finger, he suddenly smiled.
Quan Jue bent down and grabbed his collar, pulling him up from the ground.
"What are you laughing at?" Quan Jue asked coldly.
"I'm laughing at the fact that you're just like your father. You have the same cruel genes in your bones and like to use violence to resolve things." Ye Yichen tugged at his injured and bleeding lips as he smiled annoyingly.
However, Quan Jue let go of his collar and pushed him aside.
"Your mother will feel heartache if she saw how you hit me." Ye Yichen continued to smile. His bleeding lips, coupled with his provocative gaze, made him look like a lunatic.
Quan Jue pursed his thin lips and looked at him coldly.
When Ye Yichen saw that the young man in front of him did not act irrationally despite his provocation, he felt as if he had punched cotton.
