Yan Song's expression remained unchanged. He already knew this long ago; a bunch of monsters and demons—if they are not afraid to die, let them come.
At this moment, Yan Nanmo strode in from outside the door. Although he was middle-aged, time seemed to have left no trace on him. His pair of peach blossom eyes had faded from the dazzling passion of his youth, becoming more reserved and profound, exuding the majesty and aura of a superior. Just a casual glance felt like it left nowhere to hide.
The two brothers simultaneously stood up. Yan Song's posture was upright, his tone firm and confident: "Dad."
Yan Nanmo, upon seeing Yan Song, rarely showed a smile: "It's good you're back. Where's your mom?"
Yan Ke pointed upstairs: "Sister Yun Ya is also here. My mom is with her upstairs."
Yan Nanmo glanced subtly at Yan Song, smiling: "Ah, Yun Ya is also here. Looks like the house will be lively for a while."
Yan Nanmo then stepped towards the stairs: "Come with me."
