Today at the Ye Family's residence, a stretch luxury car was parked by the villa entrance.
On the license plate, flaunting just three digits, E88.
Many didn't know what that number represented, but in Country E, it was a symbol of authority and prestige, an object of everyone's reverence and worship.
The owner of the car, at this very moment, was in Ye's Mansion's living room, casually conversing and sipping tea with the Ye Couple.
Ye Zhenhua, after all, was an elder scarcely found in high society, a person with status and standing. Many who met him couldn't help but bow and scrape, their faces eager to please.
But now, sitting across from the young man, he seemed somewhat restrained.
That was a young-looking man in his thirties, dressed in an expensive suit, with an aura of nobility and distinguished elegance.
