Chapter 317, has there been an earthquake? (Before dawn)

Aren walked over, his face showing difficulty, "Master, this doesn’t seem quite right."

Ye Jiuliang was no longer living at the Ye Mansion, and those motorcycles also hadn’t been taken away. The Ye Family knew about Ye Jiuliang’s fondness for motorcycles. If they suddenly smashed her belongings now, what would happen if she came back? Wouldn’t that lead to a fallout?

As soon as he finished speaking, a cold look shot towards him, "What, my words don’t carry weight anymore, is that it?"

"I..." Aren lowered his head.

"Aren, didn’t you hear what Dad said?" Xiang Zhen, observing the old master’s complexion, added fuel to the fire at the right moment, "What kind of girl rides a motorcycle? She has good cars to drive but chooses to ride motorcycles, and look what has happened now. Those motorcycles should never have been hers to play with from the beginning."

The old master’s face was stern and silent. Xiang Zhen continued, "We should take this opportunity to get Jiuliang to give up on motorcycles, and prevent more trouble in the future. We’re also doing this for her safety. Now go do it."

Aren looked at the old master with a conflicted expression. Seeing him remain silent, he reluctantly agreed.

"Master, I will get on it right away."

Let’s just hope Jiuliang doesn’t come back and raise hell.

Ye Yu brought a cup of tea and handed it to the old master, soothing him with a gentle voice, "Dad, don’t be too anxious or angry about this. It’s still not clear what exactly happened. Let’s wait for Jiuliang to come back and explain before we make a decision."

Right after she finished speaking, Xiang Zhen countered, "Ye Yu, you can’t just say that. The photos are crystal clear, and we have witnesses too. There’s no denying it."

She spoke gently yet there was an aggressive tone to her voice, "Jiuliang is young, and Master Li dotes on her. If we let this continue, she could be spoiled rotten. The person injured this time wasn’t her, and I’m only thinking of her safety."

Ye Yu fell silent.

Her sister-in-law was particularly eloquent, and she didn’t want to clash too ugly over Ye Jiuliang.

"Enough, all of you shut up." The old master put down his teacup; the situation with Ye Jiuliang had infuriated him and he had no desire for tea.

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A narrow alley wound back and forth, with simple rental houses on each side.

"Master Jiu, it’s this one," Xue Wu, holding a rope, pointed towards a rental house diagonally across the way.

Looking at the door marked with faded signs of wear, Ye Jiuliang curled her lips into a cold smile.

She took the whip from his hand, "You go on ahead, I’ll handle things here."

Xue Wu nodded, handing her the keys to the motorcycle as well.

"Master Jiu, should we get some reporters?"

Situations like these are usually best clarified publicly. Media dissemination is fast and effective.

Ye Jiuliang tucked the motorcycle keys into her pocket, "No need, I have my own methods."

Hearing this, Xue Wu didn’t ask further, certain that trusting Master Jiu was never wrong, "Master Jiu, then I’ll take my leave."

After he left, Ye Jiuliang rolled up her sleeves and adjusted the collar of her school uniform.

With a lift of her knee, she kicked forcefully.

The worn wooden door, already tested by time, burst open with a "bang," teetering precariously in the breeze.

The person inside eating was startled and accidentally shattered their bowl.

"What’s going on, is it an earthquake?" A middle-aged woman climbed out of bed with a nest of messy hair and ran out.

"What’s happening?"

A middle-aged man also ran out from the small kitchen, no more than a few square meters. Both, unconcerned about losing their slippers, hurried outside.

As they got to the door, against the light, a tall and slender figure of a woman forcefully entered their field of vision.

The dim alleyway was always poorly lit, but those pitch-black eyes shone with an intimidating and chilling light.

"You..."

The middle-aged man stopped in his tracks, looking at the woman who had suddenly appeared, momentarily unable to react.