Ye Feng listened to Fang Ling's words, wanting to refute them, but he didn't even get the chance to speak.
Fang Ling had already shooed him out.
Without the old master here, no one dared utter a word.
Ye Feng stood at the entrance of the Liu Family home, a breeze passing by, carrying an unexpected chill.
It made him shiver involuntarily.
"Ah, what's this all about? It's not like I asked Chu Yan'er to storm in and take over the wedding, so why should I take the blame?"
Ye Feng asked the heavens in despair, feeling innocent.
His wedding night was ruined, just like that, ousted from the door.
Left with no other choice, Ye Feng could only call Yan Ruyu, as staying at the Liu Family's was no longer an option.
He had to return to his own villa.
Luckily, he had prepared a house upon his return, or else he really wouldn't have known where to go.
Yan Ruyu was quite surprised when she received his call.
"Mr. Ye, what happened?"