Yang Fei was somewhat surprised.
He had just realized that Young Master Ming Tai, who had always been aloof and reclusive,
must have had a tremendously unimaginable power behind him.
Not to mention the far-reaching implications, just the precision of this intelligence operation alone was not to be underestimated.
Uncle Yu seemed to have seen through Yang Fei's thoughts.
He smiled, saying nothing.
Inside the Liu Nong Coffee Shop in Yannan City,
Xue Mingtai was dressed in a pristine casual suit, exuding grace and elegance.
In his arms, he cradled a snow-white, splendid cat.
The breed of this cat was unknown, its eyes unusually large, the pupils sparkling with a golden gleam.
Its fine fur formed swirling patterns, giving it a lazy and leisurely appearance.
Beside Xue Mingtai, the young lady Ye Zi was gently peeling fresh lychees for him.
The lychee juice overflowed, staining Ye Zi's spring onion-like fingers red.
Ye Zi also belonged to a family of elite offspring.
