Yang Yifeng and Bi Chi moved the two unconscious middle-aged men inside and placed them on the ground in the center of the room.
Although Yang Yifeng was completely confident in his abilities, the people here were incredibly important to him, so he dared not be careless. He inserted several silver needles into each man, ensuring that even if they woke up, they would have little ability to resist.
On the other side, Ye Xuandao and Luo Sumonth also saw the elegant Ye Zitong, their eyes brimming with tears.
However, the pedantic side of Ye Xuandao surfaced, as he glared at Luo Sumonth, "What are you crying for? Do you want to leave a bad impression on our daughter the first time you meet her?"
Had he not spoken, things might have remained calm, but his words made Luo Sumonth burst into tears. Her graceful face was covered with large teardrops.