Fengling Lane, the Ye Family residence.
After saying his piece, Ye Heng made a move to head for the study, but Ye Yunfeng showed no sign of letting go.
Ye Jingyan said, "There's no rush. After all, the items are just sitting there. I'm sure Second Uncle has kept them safe. Why don't we let Mr. Han finish what he was saying?"
'These two brothers are dead set on not letting this go!'
Ye Heng's mind raced. He knew this matter wouldn't be resolved so easily. His gaze shifted, and his cold, heavy eyes locked onto Han Yao.
A moment later, he abruptly released his grip.
"Fine! If you insist on hearing it, then let him speak! Han Yao, if you have a grievance, spit it all out and let everyone here be the judge! But remember this: a man must take responsibility for his words. Every word you say today will be heard clearly by everyone present. If you dare spout nonsense, you'll be the one in trouble in the end!"
Ye Heng narrowed his eyes, his voice low and laced with a warning.
