Madam’s Identities Shocks the Entire City Again

1811 Old Master Ye: Maybe I’m Thinking Too Much

Ye Wangchuan stopped at the door and turned around. The black shirt made him look like jade, noble and elegant. He looked at Old Master Ye with his deep eyes and nodded. His tone was much gentler. “I know. I’ll pass the message to her.”

As soon as he left, Gu San quickly bowed to Elder Ye and Ye Lan and left as well.

Elder Ye watched them leave the old residence one after another. After a long time, he retracted his gaze and looked at Ye Lan with his old but wise eyes and said in disdain, “Look at him. He hasn’t been back for so long and doesn’t even have time to eat at home. What’s the use of raising a brat? I raised him for someone else!”

Ye Lan smiled. “Dad, don’t worry about it. Anyway, that person is Nian Nian. I quite like her. If it’s her, I’ll agree no matter what.”

“Tsk.” Ye Maoshan glanced at her from the corner of his eyes again before walking back to the living room. He went back to his seat and picked up the tea to take a sip. Remembering something, the cup stopped in midair and he said, “Wangchuan was able to retrieve the batch of goods that we lost on the Independent Continent all thanks to Bright Gate’s help. Do you have any ideas?”

“Dad, what do you mean?” Ye Lan wasn’t stupid. It was not that she did not understand what the old man meant, but she felt that it was a little unrealistic.

was the Independent

Wangchuan have the support of

was just as hesitant. He put the teacup back on the table and shook

Lan stared at

that Bright Gate won’t help us for no reason. Even if he’s not someone from Bright Gate, he should

agreed with

again. “Forget it. The children and grandchildren will have their own blessings. It’s useless to think so much as long

that junior from the Jiang family for the next few days. Don’t let anyone take advantage of

between Bright Gate and Ye Wangchuan. She immediately smiled and relaxed when he suddenly mentioned Jiang Xianrou. She no longer probed further about the

know. I’ve got eyes on

* * *

meal was on Qingyun Street. The hotpot restaurant that Zhang Yang

had brought them here several

boss knew all of

a private room for them. According to the old rules, he didn’t ask