Ye Fan scolded him with a straight face:
"You are explaining to the left and the other to the right. How come there is such a big difference between people who sleep in the same bed?"
"Do you not want my uncle to have his scars repaired? Or are you dissatisfied that the old lady has given me too little explanation?"
"Luo Feihua, please stop holding back the uncle and the old lady!"
Ye Fan greeted Ye Tianxu warmly: "Uncle, let's go, I'll treat you to a drink."
Luo Feihua's blood rushed and he almost pulled out a gun.
Ye Tianxu glanced at the audience with a faint smile: "Forget it, Ye Fan is still a child..."
Ye Fan nodded repeatedly: "Yes, I am still a child, don't argue with you and me."
"boom--"
Before Ye Fan could finish his words, Mrs. Ye stepped on the ground and ejaculated in front of Ye Fan.
She hit Ye Fan on the chest with a palm.
"boom--"
Ye Fan had no time to evade and resist.
He felt a pain in his chest and his body swayed, and he fell over ten meters.
Then he hit the wall and fell to the ground with a thud.
Ye Fan spurted out a mouthful of hot blood and fainted.
Ye Tiandong and Zhao Mingyue shouted in unison: "Ye Fan——"
The saint also subconsciously left her seat, but then she regained her composure and sat down.
"You bastard, I guess he was smart enough to know that what he did was wrong, so he didn't evade, make any effort, or resist."
Mrs. Ye waved her hand and said, "This palm is a lesson to him."
Chapter completed!