Ye Que and Chi Zaozao had been gone for several days, leaving only Ye Zhenhua in the Ye Family's large residence.
Ye Zhenhua could not go out; there were bodyguards at the door. This so-called son, it meant he was imprisoning him.
Fortunately, the daughter from the Tang Family, would often come to visit him, showing up punctually every day at six in the evening.
Today was no exception, and she even brought some food she had cooked herself, placing it on the coffee table and handing chopsticks to Ye Zhenhua.
"Uncle, please eat."
Seeing Tang Wanyuan like this, Ye Zhenhua couldn't help but have his eyes redden, feeling an urge to cry.
He took Tang Wanyuan's hand, his tears flowing freely, "Yuanyuan, if it weren't for you visiting uncle every day, I probably couldn't have made it through. What do you think, where did Ye Er, Zaozao, and Rong Zhen go?"
