Jack leaned slightly at the side and watched ye tingjun's performance. Ye Chu sat beside Jack and also looked at ye tingjun curiously. The two men in the twain family did not look too good. Before Erma turned eight years old, it was a very taboo. The entire Twain family had a deep taboo and no one mentioned it.
Old Mr. Twain's expression was very ugly. His cloudy eyes suddenly glowed, but he held back and smiled."I didn't expect the second young master and my granddaughter to be so fated."
"Who said it wasn 't?" Ye tingjun pushed his glasses up slightly. The gaze behind the glasses was as gentle as water. He was somewhat similar to ye Ling, but their auras were completely different.
