Just then, the roar of a motorcycle engine suddenly broke the silence from afar.
Both of them turned to look and saw a red sports car speeding towards them.
"Trouble's coming!" Ye Jiansheng's face soured instantly.
Su Yang looked puzzled. What trouble? Was there actually someone Ye Jiansheng feared in this world?
The vehicle rapidly approached, and Su Yang finally saw that the driver was none other than Ye Wantong.
Ye Wantong drove up to them, jumped out of the car in a rush, ran straight to Su Yang, and with arms outstretched, shielded him behind her.
"Dad, what are you doing!" Ye Wantong asked urgently.
"Nothing at all!" said Ye Jiansheng. "We're just chatting."
"Chatting?" Ye Wantong looked skeptical. She walked up to Ye Jiansheng and reached out to touch his sword box.
Ye Jiansheng stepped back, and Ye Wantong became frantic, "You drew your sword!"
"I... I didn't..." Ye Jiansheng's voice clearly lacked confidence.