"Young Master, you must be tired from standing for so long, right? I brought a chair over for you. Why don't we sit down and talk?"
Everyone was trying their best to flatter Ye Xuan, but the old butler snorted and reprimanded them softly, "What nonsense are you talking about? Do you want Sir to sit at the entrance and drink tea and snacks? To think that you can think of this! Hurry up and greet Sir before walking in."
No one dared to disobey the old butler's words and immediately walked in.
No one paid attention to Zhong Jiaxing and the others. They stood in the wind gloomily, feeling indescribably depressed.
After all, they were famous young masters in Shanghai. How could they be ignored like this?
Their hearts felt so uncomfortable and sour.
In the end, Ye Xuan realized that they didn't follow him and asked someone to invite them in.
"Seriously, why didn't you follow us in?" Ye Xuan looked at the frowning people and asked with a smile.
