Ye Yikun fixed his gaze on Ye Leng'an, who stood opposite him, with a cold, unyielding expression on her face. The weight of his presence pressed down on the other party, but Ye Leng'an remained remarkably composed. He searched for any hint of emotion on Ye Leng'an's face, but the latter appeared unnervingly calm, devoid of any visible reaction.
Observing this, Ye Yikun couldn't help but feel a twinge of unease. Throughout the years, he had been adept at discerning people's thoughts from their expressions. Even Ye Hongxuan, who had been the head of the Ye family for so long, couldn't maintain such composure under his pressure. Yet, here was Ye Leng'an, a mere teenager, facing his pressure with unwavering calmness. It was simply inconceivable.
"Who are you exactly?" Ye Yikun's sharp gaze swept over Ye Leng'an's figure. "Are you truly the offspring of Ye Hongxuan and Lian Mengzhu? Do you carry the bloodline of our Ye family?"