Everything that happened just now was beyond Yang Chen's expectation.
It was really difficult for him to connect Ye Jizong with the head of the Ye family who sent people to kill Ye Man's husband.
Facing Ye Jizong's gaze, Yang Chen looked at him without fear and responded calmly: "I am Yang Chen!"
Ye Jizong frowned slightly, with obvious displeasure in his eyes.
From Yang Chen's eyes, he didn't see the slightest respect, only as plain as a stranger.
Ye Man kept winking at Yang Chen, but Yang Chen seemed to have seen nothing and was still fearless.
"You have a problem with me?"
Ye Jizong asked coldly.
"Am I familiar with you?"
Yang Chen said with a strange expression.
Ye Jizong looked sulky and narrowed his eyes as he said, "You are very important in the land south of the Yangtze River, but this is Yandu, a city with the center of power, especially the Ye family. You have no right to despise the Ye family. Do you understand?"
Obviously, his understanding of Yang Chen is second only to everything on the surface of Yang Chen.
Otherwise, Ye Jizong would not be so arrogant.
Yang Chen sneered: "Master Ye wants to express that in Yandu, I don't count, right?"
"Is not it?"
Ye Jizong asked.
The confidence and pride shown by Yang Chen made Ye Jizong very uncomfortable.
When he originally learned that the husband of Ye Man's illegitimate daughter was the king of Jiangping and Nanyang provinces, he was very much looking forward to meeting Yang Chen.
Now that he saw it, he found that Yang Chen was not as easy to control as he thought.
"Yang Chen, pay attention to the attitude of your words!"
Ye Man couldn't help but speak, with obvious anger in his voice.
In order to control more power in the Ye family and to avenge her late husband, she has been cautious for many years.
Now that she had finally improved her status in the Ye family because of Yang Chen, she didn't want to ruin it all because of Yang Chen.
Yang Chen glanced at Ye Man indifferently, and then said: "If nothing happens, then I will take the first step!"
After that, he turned around and left.
Ye Jizong didn't like the pride in him, so how could Yang Chen like the desire for control displayed by Ye Jizong?
What's more, the eighty-year-old old man in front of him was the executioner who killed Qin Xi's biological father.
"Stop!"
Ye Jizong shouted angrily.
In the past decades as the head of the Ye family, no one has ever been so rude to him.
Yang Chen paused, looked back at Ye Jizong, and sneered: "Is there anything else?"
"Snapped!"
Ye Jizong slapped his palm on the tea table and said angrily: "You are Ye Xiaoxi's husband, that is my grandson-in-law. When you see me, shouldn't you kowtow and bow?"
Yang Chen was stunned for a moment before he realized that Ye Xiaoxi was Qin Xi.
"My wife's name is Qin Xi, not Ye Xiaoxi."
Yang Chen's expression turned cold, and he said with incomparable indifference: "There is no one in this world who is qualified for me, Yang Chen, to kowtow to me! Kneel down to you? Even more impossible!"
At this time, Yang Chen had an angry look on his face and his voice was as cold as frost. Everyone felt like they were in an ice cellar. Even Ye Jizong himself couldn't help but shudder.
From Yang Chen's body, he felt extremely huge pressure.
It seemed that if Yang Chen wanted to kill him, it would be easy.