Old Master Lu spruced himself up before heading out to show off in front of his friends.
Yan Huan found her phone and dialed a number.
"Aunty Qin? It's me, Yan Huan. The old man at my house loves the shoes you made for him. Is it possible for you to rush out a few more pairs?"
"Got it, thank you. I'll pick them up in a few days' time."
Yan Huan kept her phone, turned around, and saw Old Master Lu peeking at her with an unerasable smile on his face. When he saw her looking at him, he quickly made a long face and departed with the security officer.
"Why did he give me that look? It wasn't as if I was mocking him or anything," wondered Yan Huan in puzzlement.
The old man was getting harder and harder to please, she thought.
The Ye House was looking completely different than before. In the past few years, no one could deny that the Ye Family had garnered the most wealth and developed the fastest.
