In the Ye family's simple courtyard, Ye Maoshan sat on a mahogany chair in the main room instead of fixing flowers and playing with birds. A cup of tea was in front of him. Ye Maoshan picked it up a few times but was not in the mood to drink it, so he put it down in the end.
Beside him sat a dignified and graceful middle-aged woman. She was slightly smaller than Ye Lan, but she was not young either. She was probably in her 40s.
She was wearing a royal blue cheongsam and a light-colored square scarf. Her aura was quite outstanding.
The outline of the Ye family could also be seen in her eyes.
The butler also made her a cup of tea in a set of porcelain-white cups with gold patterns. He didn't make the same clear tea as Yap Maoshan, but a cup of Western black tea in a mellow color.
"Thank you."
Ye Shan thanked the butler politely and took a leisurely sip of tea.
Butler Ye retreated to the side and placed his hand in front of him obediently.
