Meanwhile, at Ye Wang.
Inside a room that relies upon the sunlight piercing through the room as the source of light, two figures stared at each other in silence inside a small room with antique furniture.
Behind the desk on the deeper side of the room, Ye Huizhong smoked on his pipe before releasing a waft of smoke from his mouth.
After a few moments of silence that felt like forever, he spoke to a young man standing opposite him. "Did you notice any difference so far?"
Raising his head slightly, Dai Zhiqiang replied, "Reporting to the boss, no strange things are occurring around Young Master so far."
"Good. The storm still had yet to pass, so I would rely on your strength to keep my grandson safe all the time, except for your school time."
"Understood."
"Do you feel wronged? By spending time to protect my family, you will have less and less time to spend with your family and your friends."
