In the Ye family's simple courtyard, Ye Maoshan sat on a mahogany chair in the main room instead of fixing flowers and playing with birds. A cup of tea was in front of him. Ye Maoshan picked it up a few times but was not in the mood to drink it, so he put it down in the end.
Beside him sat a dignified and graceful middle-aged woman. She was slightly smaller than Ye Lan, but she was not young either. She was probably in her 40s.
She was wearing a royal blue cheongsam and a light-colored square scarf. Her aura was quite outstanding.
The outline of the Ye family could also be seen in her eyes.
The butler also made her a cup of tea in a set of porcelain-white cups with gold patterns. He didn't make the same clear tea as Yap Maoshan, but a cup of Western black tea in a mellow color.
"Thank you."
Ye Shan thanked the butler politely and took a leisurely sip of tea.
Butler Ye retreated to the side and placed his hand in front of him obediently.
Ye Lan was also there, but she wasn't as relaxed as the other person. She was still in the mood to drink tea at this time.
There was a layer of frost between her eyebrows.
Although she was controlling her emotions, her eyes were anxious.
"They're not back yet, Dad?"
Ye Maoshan looked outside. His heart sank and he shook his head. "Wait a little longer."
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