"Ye Ling, who allowed you to go there!"
Seeing Ye Ling heading straight towards the back courtyard, Zhao Qingming's face showed a look of anxiety and he immediately pounced towards Ye Ling.
Ye Jiu raised an eyebrow, a flash of murderous intent flickering in his eyes.
"Bang!"
A muffled sound reverberated, vibrating the eardrums of every guest present.
Zhao Qingming, the esteemed eldest son of the Zhao family, was kicked in the chest by Ye Jiu and sent flying outwards.
"Spurgh!"
Zhao Qingming landed awkwardly, spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood as he did.
Even though he was gravely injured, he still clenched his teeth and slowly stood up, once again moving towards Ye Ling in an attempt to stop him from entering the back courtyard.
He knew very well what was happening in the back courtyard, and naturally, he couldn't allow Ye Ling to interfere with the major affair of the Zhao family.
"Courting death!"
Ye Jiu said coldly.