Luo Wen, Luo Xuan, and Du Yi carried Xiang Minghou past him. Ye Qianning also walked by his side. His gaze fell upon that small figure, and hatred, resentment, and killing intent surged from the depths of his heart.
'If it weren't for this little bastard, the Xiang family wouldn't have so many problems. If she hadn't been so greedy and obsessed with the Emperor's gift, Mother wouldn't be like this, and neither would Big Brother.'
'It's all this little bastard's fault.'
'If this little bastard dies, the Xiang family can go back to how it was...'
As Xiang Mingli thought this, a vicious look in his eyes, he quietly slipped a hand into his sleeve and followed the group, one step at a time.
Ye Qianning sensed the killing intent. A chill ran through her. 'He's courting death.'
