There were not many people in Ye Tingyun's villa. There were two agents, Wei Ling, Ye Chu, and him. Besides them, there were only a butler, a chef, and a few servants. Usually when he was not around, the butler and servants would stay in the villa and take care of it.
Ye Chu's taste was blander. She liked to eat seafood, but it was not too good for her eyes and her wound. The chef prepared some simpler dishes for her. They were nourishing for her health and her wound. There was even boiled soup. Ye Chu was already hungry. She was staying under someone's roof and did not dare to speak until the fragrance of the dishes came from downstairs. Ye Tingyun came upstairs, Ye Chu was sitting by the side of the window and was in a daze.
Ye Tingyun felt suffocated in his heart. The little girl was originally lively. Even if she faced him every day without looking good, at least she was angry. She was like a withered flower without any life now.
"Ye Chu, let's eat."
