"Y-you—" Lu Yaran was furious, "This is my home!"
Nei Yehai smiled, "Ye is my son."
He was firm on where he stood. It didn't look like he was giving up until he achieved his motive. His message was clear: Sure, this was the Qin Family Home, but his son was also aggrieved.
He was investigating this matter to the end!
The atmosphere grew tense. How did the birthday party turn out like this?
Everyone looked at each other.
"Let me go! Punk, let me go!"
At that moment, a youngster approached with a smile, holding Ye by his clothes.
Behind him followed a dozen or so black-suited men.
Ye's limbs and head hung low as he was held by his suit like a flopping chicken.
When he saw who had arrived, Qin Yicheng's expression immediately changed.
"Xi Jiu!"
Qin Yan's eyes lit up and she quickly ran over to him.
