C633 Ye Xiaomo

Hearing those familiar words, Ye Fann paused for a moment, then looked at the impostor and chuckled.

Ha!

Talk about shooting yourself in the foot.

Shaking his head, Ye Fann decided not to dwell on it. There was really no point.

He calmly followed behind the fake Ye Xiaoshuang.

Zhang Xuan trailed them, but his eyes were filled with a mix of hatred, reluctance, and a hint of murderous intent