The tall, imposing gates of the Ye mansion loomed ahead, bathed in the soft light of the evening.
Ye Fan walked briskly up the stone steps, his face a mask of determination.
The mansion, nestled in the center of the city's most elite district, was more than just a home; it was the center of the Ye groups, all the architectures, industrialization and everything.
And Ye Fan naturally knew about this and visited this mansion very rarely so as not to be reminded of his responsibilities.
But today, there was something in the air—No, it was more like inside him: the confidence as he knew that today he was definitely going to prove himself as the most competent heir.
His steps echoed in the grand hallway as he approached the assistant standing at the door.
The assistant, an older man with sharp features, looked up with surprise at Ye Fan's presence.
"Master Ye, what can I do for you?" The assistant asked, bowing slightly.
