Chapter 22: Our whole family is trash

  He has a stunning face, with deep and quiet eyes that seem like a cold pool, giving off an intimidating chill. His thin lips are pursed into an expressionless line. When he sees her dull gaze, he raises a hint of a smile, seemingly teasing, yet also seeming to mock, making him appear even more profound and noble, unattainable. Moreover, there is an air of confidence emanating from within, and every gesture exudes an aura of dominance, as if he reigns supreme over the world.

  He and that man had a face that was exactly the same, but his hair was black and his eyes were also black. The man had golden hair and blue eyes. The two gave people almost the same feeling, but...

  "See your lordship." The old man came over, made a bow, and Ye Bisheng led the group of young men and women behind him to kneel down, saying in unison, "See your lordship."

  "Mr. Ye, no need for excessive courtesy, everyone please rise." The man grasped Ye Haibei tightly and waved his sleeve lightly, allowing them to stand up.

  "Thank you, Your Excellency."

  His gaze at her was very unfamiliar, and he shouldn't be that man. Ye Hailan furrowed his brow, didn't respond, and looked down at the hand on his body, suddenly feeling displeased, and sternly shouted, "Let go!"

  "Daring Sea Blue, don't be rude!" Ye Bisheng shouted loudly.

  The man slightly curved his lips, relaxed his hand, "Hai Lan, Ye Hai Lan... ...good name."

  Ye Haolan forced a smile and coldly snorted in her heart, What's it to you whether my name is good or not?

  She didn't have much of a good impression of him, perhaps it was that face which looked exactly the same as that man's. Moreover, this person seemed not to be trifled with at first glance, unfathomable.

  "Ye Lao, this granddaughter of yours, looks like she's only around ten years old, yet she can actually tear open a magic teacher's water curtain. When did the Ye family produce such an extraordinary genius? How come I didn't know about it?" His words were spoken lightly, but carried a chilling feeling that seemed to pierce through the cold winter air. Looking at the man's lips, which seemed to curve into a smile yet not quite, made him feel that there was more to these words than met the eye.

  Ye Bisheng's heart was racing, and he hastily looked towards Old Man Ye.

  "Your Highness is joking," Ye Lao calmly replied, "to be honest, I don't know either."

  Young Ye Hailin was not convinced, shouting, "Your Highness, she is not a genius at all. Third Brother and Fifth Sister are the geniuses. She is the waste of the Ye family, a shame."

  "Hailin, be more respectful!" Old Ye shouted.

  The man raised the corner of his lips, looking at Ye Haibei, as if to see how much value this discarded thing had. Ye Haibei gave him a sweet smile, and he was taken aback. She said, "I am the waste of the Ye family, my father is a big waste, my grandfather is an old waste, our whole family are wastes."

  Everyone gasped in shock, Ye Lao's face sank, Ye Bisheng was so angry he wanted to strangle her, and the younger generation of the Ye family were even more furious and hateful. The group of people had faces that were blue, purple, red, and green, it was quite interesting.