Ye Che cleared his throat and looked up to scan the living room before asking quietly, "Is Grandpa back? Did he mention why he wanted me to come back so late?"
The servant shook his head, and seeing that he couldn't glean any military intelligence, Ye Che shrugged and swaggered into the villa.
As soon as he entered the living room, he saw the old man sitting on the sofa reading the newspaper, with a large pair of glasses on. Even dressed in casual wear, his military background made him look very authoritative, especially with that standard square-shaped face, which was imposing without even becoming angry.
Ye Che touched his own sharply chinned, sexy jawline and thought, Grandpa isn't handsome, so how did he end up with a grandson as handsome as me?
After some thought, he figured it must be Grandma's excellent genes, which were then passed down to Dad, and Mom's beautiful looks combined to create a perfect him.
