"Young Master, are you alright?"
At this moment, the two guards hurried forward, looking at the young man and speaking with respectful faces.
"Who is this bastard? Blocking my family's doorway, are you sick?"
The young man coldly commanded.
"Young Master, this is Young Master Ye Luo, he's here to see the old master."
"Ye Luo?"
As the young man uttered these two words, his gaze shifted to Ye Luo, and then, as if realizing something, he walked over.
"Kid, so you are that Ye Family's good-for-nothing who's engaged to my sister, huh? I've heard that your Ye Family no longer exists, yet you still have the face to show up here, your skin is really thick."
The young man looked at Ye Luo with a playful and mocking expression, his eyes filled with frivolity and disdain.
And he was none other than the only heir of the Ling Family, the brother of Ling Qingya, Ling Xiaofeng.
"Little brother-in-law, is this how you speak to your future brother-in-law?"