At that moment, a quarrel was erupting in the third branch of the Ye Family. "Ye Bingkun, what do you mean? Is it me who won't let her come back?"
Ye Bingkun's eyes were ablaze. "What did I tell you before? I told you to rearrange her room. How did you handle it?"
Zhang Baoxiang, momentarily feeling guilty, shouted back defensively, "Even if I had tidied it up, would she come back to live here?"
Having said that, she added with frustration, "Do you not know what a comfortable life she's enjoying in the main house?"
Ye Bingkun was infuriated by these words. His fists clenched tightly, and he wished he could throw a punch. However, he was also aware that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't match the living conditions of the main house.
