Chen Ziyang shrugged, "Of course."
Aunt Ye smiled and turned into the villa with a swaying waist.
Chen Ziyang watched her silhouette, twisting like a water snake, her round and perky buttocks swinging like a pendulum.
"Ahem."
Chen Ziyang coughed softly, reminding himself that he was here on business.
Once inside the villa, Aunt Ye was already sitting on the couch with her legs crossed, holding a cup of coffee.
"Take a seat wherever you like."
"Where is Qiao Xiongtai?"
Chen Ziyang asked directly.
Aunt Ye raised an eyebrow, smiling seductively, "You messed around with Qiao's daughter, you know. Technically, Qiao is almost like your father-in-law. Isn't it impolite to call him by his name so directly?"
"Does Qiao Xiongtai deserve to be called 'Dad' by Qiao Fei?"
Chen Ziyang unapologetically sat opposite Aunt Ye, "I'm not here to trouble you. Call Qiao Xiongtai out. I want to talk to him."
"Sorry, Old Qiao is resting."
