It was silent throughout the whole journey and the silver Rolls-Royce drove into the Yang family's old house. The building was a British-styled manor with a big courtyard, many trees and peaceful but stylish.
It transmitted an old and solemn domineering feel, elegant and luxurious.
"President Ye…" Cheng Anya called Ye Chen as the attendant went to park the car. She really wanted to ask whether the necklace was fake.
Ye Chen's eyes skimmed past her coldly as if he had guessed what she wanted to ask. His deep eyes morphed into balls of fury and Cheng Anya judiciously kept quiet.
"Miss Cheng, please show your signature smile." Ye Chen evilly raised the corners of his lips. This man wore a formal suit and his wine red tie added a tinge of evilness.
His elbow was bent slightly, making a 'please' posture.
