When Cheng Anya reached the Central Square, she instantly saw Third Young Master Ye's silver-colored Rolls-Royce. It was nearing 11 p.m. and all the department stores were closed. There was hardly anyone at the Square.
Third Young Master Ye sat on the bumper of the car in a very arrogant posture, haughty with a tinge of laziness. He was smoking a cigar, a faint smoke swirling around him in a layer of hazy cloud.
What a hooligan…
Cheng Anya took a look from afar and secretly criticized that he had the posture of a hooligan. Not only was he a hooligan, but he was also one that was arrogant and killed without batting an eye.
It was already so late and he was still not asleep. Why was he acting like a hooligan here?
"Boss Ye, it is already so late. Do you have any instructions?" Cheng Anya asked with a smile. Third Young Master Ye tilted his head. His delicate features combined with evilness and elegance created a powerful charm.
