Ye Ling looked at the man outside the door with a sense of unfamiliarity, certain he had never seen him before.
"Could you have knocked on the wrong door?"
Ye Ling was very polite, as befits a cultured person with high standards, quite unlike the dog inside the house.
The middle-aged man, however, simply smiled slightly, "No mistake, I've been meaning to disturb Mr. Ye for the past few days, but I was afraid you wouldn't see me. Today, I decided to come anyway."
"Yang Kang is my son, Yang Zhan is my brother, and I am Yang Ming."
As the man spoke, he stretched out his hand with a smile. Ye Ling was stunned; he had never expected this man to be Yang Kang's father.
What was this, coming to start trouble, or something else? In the dead of night, could he be planning to secretly strike?
Influenced by Xiao Bai and Qing Yi, Ye Ling almost became an eager victim, probably even deserving an award from the government for his troubles.
