392 Song Qiyuan's Bruised Face

Song Qiyuan suddenly turned around, but Ye Siming was even faster!

He suddenly rushed down like a gust of wind and grabbed Song Qiyuan's neck with his slender and strong palm.

He quickly pressed him down until the back of Song Qiyuan's head was pressed against the pillar at the door!

The intense pain made Song Qiyuan extremely angry. "Ye Siming! You barged into my house and injured my servants. What do you want?"

Ye Siming sneered with no lack of disdain.

"You might as well ask yourself what you've done."

He grabbed Song Qiyuan's collar and pulled him in front of him.

Although Song Qiyuan was a few years older than him, Ye Siming was actually a little taller than him.

As they got closer, Song Qiyuan could feel the murderous aura coming from Ye Siming's body.

He happened to take a glance and realized that there was obvious blood on Ye Siming's clothes and even on his sleeves.