At ten o'clock in the night, the Ye family villa was brightly lit and bustling.
Tonight, all the members of the Ye family had gathered, and there were more than a dozen veterans sitting in the hall, each with a fierce aura, showing a tendency to interrogate and punish.
"This is outrageous! An abandoned son of unknown origin from the Ye family, and yet we kindly took him in and gave him a place to stay. It's already a great fortune for him."
"But this reckless person not only fails to show gratitude but also beats Wen Hui like this? This is heartless!"
"A wild child like him... Today we must teach him a lesson and let him understand that the Ye family is not a place for him to act recklessly."
The veterans of the Ye family were filled with righteous indignation, pounding the table in anger.
They all erupted in anger when they saw Chu Feng beating Ye Wen Hui in this manner.
He was the most outstanding youngster in the Ye family and the future head of the family. How could he be crippled like this? If this news spread, the reputation of the Ye family would be ruined!
Punishment was necessary!
Ye Jianlin and Huang Fu stood up in support, their faces filled with arrogance. They were ready to fight.
Feeling the admiration of the family veterans, Ye Wen Hui felt instantly superior and excited. The pain from his injuries disappeared completely.
He felt proud and sneered, "See? This is the difference in status. I, Ye Wen Hui, am the eldest son of the Ye family. Even if I make a mistake, there will always be people supporting me. Chu Feng, you are just a nobody; you can never compare to me, even in a few lifetimes."
He was extremely pleased and exhilarated.
In his mind, he had already imagined Chu Feng trembling in fear, bowing down, and confessing his guilt.
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