Now, Yang Chuan was increasingly valuing Ye Tian.
He casually said, "Xiao Tian, there's no need for such formalities between you and me."
"Let's go, let's move inside."
Speaking honestly.
Ye Tian really wasn't polite with Yang Chuan.
He had just been thoroughly enjoying the abalone cooked by Yang Chuan's wife and kneading her twin peaks.
And he had Yang Chuan's wife take his Furious Dragon into her mouth.
Ye Tian observed Yang Chuan's enthusiastic demeanor.
At some point,
he felt a bit guilty.
But then he thought, it was Yang Chuan who wronged Xiao Ya first.
The fact that he could savor the taste of Xiao Ya's succulent abalone was all due to Yang Chuan's own actions.
Very quickly.
Ye Tian followed Yang Chuan into the villa's living room.
Song Ya was talking with an elder sitting on the sofa.
This elder was dressed very simply.
He wore a white short sleeve on top, long black pants on the bottom, and a pair of black cloth shoes on his feet.
