Jiang xinchen glanced at them. He naturally knew that these people were a little different. Cousin, you can't go in."
Yang Zhaolin shook his head. I don't know.
Meng Fu leaned against the carriage door and looked at the embroidery on the guards 'collars. She said lazily, ""Let's wait."
Not even five minutes had passed.
The door was opened.
Mrs. Yang and yang Lai respectfully saw a middle-aged man out.
The middle-aged man's aura was extremely strong, and his eyes were sharp. He glanced at yang zhaolin and the other two indifferently, and his eyes paused on Jiang Xinyu for a moment before he got into the car.
They waited for the two cars to speak.
Yang Lai heaved a sigh of relief.
Yang zhaolin walked over and looked at the back of the car. "Dad, who's that?"
Yang Lai gestured for Meng Fu and the rest to enter the house.
