Yang Yi looked at Yang Sen with some surprise; today's Yang Sen was truly unusual.
Usually, his arrogance was clear to Yang Yi, evidently knowing that it wouldn't be easy for him to lower his head.
If it were in the past, Yang Sen would not have forced him like this. But today, it seemed there was no room for compromise.
What kind of potion did this kid feed his father?
Yang Yi gritted his teeth, glancing at Ye Haochuan, cursing inwardly.
He could beg his father for mercy, but to make him lower his head to Ye Haochuan, this ant, was more painful than killing him.
Ye Haochuan met his gaze fearlessly, a cold smile still on his lips.
Ku Hai, witnessing this scene, finally understood why Ye Haochuan had pleaded on Yang Yi's behalf earlier.
After Bai Qing's words, even if Ye Haochuan hadn't said anything, Yang Sen wouldn't have continued the beating. So Ye Haochuan's words, though seeming magnanimous, were actually of no use.
