In the main hall of the Ye family’s villa.
Tang Yaoyao looked at Ye Heng returning from outside and called out sweetly, “Young Master Ye.”
Ye Heng pursed his lips.
Tens of thousands of emotions flitted through his heart.
As he walked towards Tang Yaoyao, he was thinking in his heart, since when did I become so sentimental.
In the past, he wouldn’t think so much.
He stopped in front of Tang Yaoyao and Ye Chu.
Tang Yaoyao had already lowered her head to look at Ye Chu. Ye Chu had always been quiet. Most of the time, when Tang Yaoyao came, she would only sit with him for a while and watch him play with her things. Ye Chu was not a particularly clingy child, he also did not like to show his emotions like the other children. Furthermore, Tang Yaoyao and ye Chu did not spend every day together. Sometimes, she could not figure out the thoughts of a five or six-year-old child.
However, she knew that ye Chu did not reject her, and he did not treat her too badly.
