Song Moshang, whom Yang Chenze considered a powerful man, has now successfully broken through the third level watershed and become a fourth-level mental ability user.

"Grandpa is awesome!" Ye Zhi gave Song Moshang a thumbs up, then raised her hands, trying to make a heart shape above her head. However, she found that her arms were too short to reach above her head, so she had no choice but to send a heart shape to Song Moshang with her index finger and thumb.

She genuinely thought Song Moshang was very powerful. The author of the original novel, "I Became a Queen in the Apocalypse by Relying on a System," set the level three ability user as a watershed moment.

Many people can reach level three, but very few can go beyond level three.

Song Moshang successfully received the heart emoji sent by Ye Zhi and responded strongly by sending several more heart emojis back to Ye Zhi, saying, "No problem."

Since expressing his fatherly love to Song Yuanqing, Song Moshang has become even more adept at expressing his love for his family.

"You are..." Old Master Song's voice rang out with a hint of doubt. It turned out that Yang Chenze had come to stand in front of them.

He knew who the foreign-looking man in front of him was, but, hey, he was going to pretend he didn't. Eavesdropping on Sweet Bean's thoughts had become one of Grandpa Song's daily pastimes, and he could always hear some little secrets, which was quite interesting.

Yang Chenze waved to Old Master Song, panting heavily. The hot breath he exhaled added a touch of mystery to his God-favored face.

The bubbly voice reappeared in Ye Jingyu's ears after nearly two years. "Wait...wait a minute."

Although he was speaking to Song Moshang, his dark eyes seemed to see right through everyone, staring intently at Ye Jingyu, who was holding hands with Song Yuanqing.

At this moment, in his world, there was only him and Ye Jingyu; everyone else around him was just an unimportant passerby in his life.

Ye Jingyu frowned suddenly, and seemingly unintentionally, he raised his clasped hands with Song Yuanqing a little forward so that Yang Chenze could see them more clearly.

Hey buddy, don't look at my face, look at my hands. Look what I'm holding in my hand—my wife. And look up, that's my precious daughter. I'm a married man, so stay away from me, thanks.

After hearing Yang Chenze's voice and seeing his face, Ye Jingyu became even more certain that he really didn't recognize this Yang Chenze.

It's all his fault for having such a captivating face; what a tragedy!

Yang Chenze forced himself to look away, his eyes showing a barely perceptible pain, but this pain was clearly seen by Old Master Song, who was closest to him.

Grandpa Song: I've never seen anything like this before! It's true that the longer you live, the more you see. Sweet Bean was right. This man is coveting her son-in-law.

Wow, what a novel experience! He wasn't unaware of the existence of male-male, female-female, and even bestiality relationships, but for this to happen right next to him, and with his son-in-law involved, was truly bizarre.

After Yang Chenze looked away, he met Old Master Song's eyes, which seemed to have seen through everything, as if telling him clearly, "You can't."

He choked abruptly, shocked by his own thoughts. How could this be? This was the first time he had met this man in front of him. How could this man possibly know what he had always cared about?

Yang Chenze opened his mouth, and water vapor reappeared, bringing out his naturally bubbly voice, "Sorry, I just ran over here and caught my breath."

"Let me introduce myself. I am Yang Chenze, 23 years old, 191 cm tall, 75 kg, a citizen of country Z, but I grew up in country F. However, I speak fluent Chinese. My mother is from country Z and is 45 years old, and my father is from country F and is 50 years old. My family owns ten properties in country F, as well as properties in various cities in country Z and city A. I am..."

While Yang Chenze was babbling on and on, Lu Ke and the others, who were unaware of Ye Zhi's true feelings, stared wide-eyed at the man who seemed to be promoting himself.

Ye Zhi's eyes widened in utter confusion. She even stumbled slightly while flying through the air. [Oh my god, a blind date? Erection what? Erection length? No wonder he wants to be the dominant one; he can actually say something like that.]

Lu Ben looked at the man who hadn't stopped talking with the eyes of someone looking at a warrior. This guy named Yang Chenze was really brave; he probably wanted to have his wrists cut and be bled out too.

Having witnessed the ferocity of this family while fighting zombies this afternoon, Zhang Dongliang retreated a few steps away from the battlefield as if to protect himself. The reflection on the gold-rimmed glasses was clearly Ye Jingyu's clenched fist.

Ye Jingyu gripped Song Yuanqing's other hand tightly, the veins on the back of his hand bulging.

He could beat up this tactless, incessantly talking man, right? Even if he died tragically in his past life to avenge him, that hasn't happened yet, so he could beat him up.

Ye Jingyu convinced himself, patted Song Yuanqing's hand reassuringly, then released their clasped hands and sprinted towards Yang Chenze, who was still talking animatedly.

As the elderly Lu Ke was still reminiscing, he felt a strange wind blow past him, and then, someone was gone from beside him.

As Ye Yubai looked at the familiar face, the familiar tone, and the familiar bubbly voice in front of him, a flash of inspiration struck him.

Is this Yang Chenze? The stranger who clamored to avenge Ye Jingyu in his past life? And the pitiful man who was brutally abused by Song Ranran?

What is he talking about? This is the first time they've met this poor man. There's no need for such detailed reporting. They don't want to know how old Yang Chenze's father is, how old his mother is, how many houses his family owns, or the length of his erection that's inappropriate for children!

It was such a satisfying and exhilarating conversation that even a dog would run away after hearing it.

Old Master Song's temple throbbed violently. For the sake of his family's physical and mental well-being, upon hearing the word "erectile dysfunction," he wanted to stop Yang Chenze from saying anything more, "Fine..."

Before he could finish speaking, he felt a chilling wind blow around him, followed by the sound of a fist hitting flesh.

The sound was incredibly solid; when Old Master Song heard it, his scalp tingled as if he had been struck.

"What nonsense are you spouting? Don't you see there are women and children here?!"

Ye Jingyu's angry voice rang in Old Master Song's ears, and a glaring red light made the old man wisely stay away from the battlefield.

He walked slowly with his hands behind his back, and casually remarked, "Ah, I'm getting old."

He's getting old, getting old. He's already gotten involved in the top/bottom dynamic, now it's up to Xiao Ye to handle it. If he doesn't handle it well, the old man won't even be able to get an erection.