Ye Bufan placed An Yimo on a nearby chair, then turned around, his eyes coldly staring at the two people. Sensing his murderous aura, An Baoxu nervously said, “Hey, Ye Bufan, what are you going to do?”

“Kidnapping your own sister? You son of the bitch!” As Ye Bufan spoke, he slapped him hard.

The slap was powerful and fierce, sending An Baoxu flying through the air and crashing hard against the wall behind him.

“Bastard, how dare you hit me...”

An ...