The Tyrant Father's Pampered Daughter

Chapter 392 - 392 Song Qiyuan’s Bruised Face

392 Song Qiyuan’s Bruised Face

Song Qiyuan suddenly turned around, but Ye Siming was even faster!

He suddenly rushed down like a gust of wind and grabbed Song Qiyuan’s neck with his slender and strong palm.

He quickly pressed him down until the back of Song Qiyuan’s head was pressed against the pillar at the door!

The intense pain made Song Qiyuan extremely angry. “Ye Siming! You barged into my house and injured my servants. What do you want?”

Ye Siming sneered with no lack of disdain.

“You might as well ask yourself what you’ve done.”

He grabbed Song Qiyuan’s collar and pulled him in front of him.

Although Song Qiyuan was a few years older than him, Ye Siming was actually a little taller than him.

As they got closer, Song Qiyuan could feel the murderous aura coming from Ye Siming’s body.

He happened to take a glance and realized that there was obvious blood on Ye Siming’s clothes and even on his sleeves.

Could it be that this guy had just killed someone and came to his house to go crazy again?!

Ye Siming’s tone was eerie and his eyes were filled with coldness.

“Song Qiyuan, we should reach a consensus. That is, wherever Gu Nuo’er is in the future, don’t even think about making a move.

“If anything happens to her, I’ll let you guys die without a burial place. If you don’t believe me, feel free to give it a try.”

A hint of guilt flashed across Song Qiyuan’s eyes, but he still argued angrily, “What nonsense are you talking about? I don’t understand at all. Who has anything to do with the little princess?!”

Ye Siming only sneered.

The assassin they had sent had caused Gu Nuo’er to fall into the water. Did the Song Family think that by silencing her, everything would be flawless?

Ye Siming didn’t obtain direct evidence, but he had his own way of punishing Song Qiyuan.

He let go and pushed Song Qiyuan back a few steps.

Ye Siming raised his eyebrows. “Since you’ve brought a silver spear, let’s compete. Coincidentally, I have a lot of free time today. I’m not afraid to spar with you.”

At this moment, the well-trained guards of the Song Manor ran over.

Ye Siming looked back and saw that. “You’re all here? Then just attack together.”

He still had something on later.

Song Qiyuan had long wanted to avenge himself.

Not only did Ye Siming snatch his credit, but he also humiliated him!

He was going to beat Ye Siming up badly today!

He brazenly held the Silver Dragon Spear with red tassel tightly with both hands and gritted his teeth at Ye Siming. “You said it yourself. If you lose the sparring, don’t cry.”

After saying that, he suddenly thrust his spear.

…

Song Quan paced back and forth in the study, but there was no news for a long time.

He wondered how Song Qiyuan and Ye Siming’s negotiations were going.

The manor was so quiet. Ye Siming must have been chased away.

Thinking of this, Song Quan sneered with his hands behind his back.

“He’s just a brat who doesn’t know how big the world is. Does he really think that he can do whatever he wants just because his martial arts are good? It’s only right for him to be taught a lesson.”

Song Quan was completely confident that even if Ye Siming wanted to cause trouble, he would be pushed back by the well-trained guards.

After all, they were all soldiers of the Song Army in the past. They had been to the battlefield and experienced war.

However, he suddenly heard footsteps coming from the roof.

Song Quan frowned and looked up in confusion.

Suddenly!

Bang!

The roof tiles shattered and fell. Song Quan hurriedly dodged to the side.

A person fell to the ground in front of him.

Song Quan took a closer look. Wasn’t this bruised and swollen person his precious son, Song Qiyuan?!

Song Qiyuan was already unconscious and his nose was bleeding profusely.

“Yuan’er!” Song Quan was shocked and hurriedly rushed over to check on his injuries.

At this moment, a soft sneer came from the roof.