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As noon approached, the pair finally returned to the Haitian Estate.
That is, Ye Wenjun's private villa.
"You go in first, I'll park the car," Ye Wenjun said indifferently.
"Okay."
Fang Yu was not the least bit reserved, for he was, after all, the man of the house.
So he walked with a bit of strut—
The moment he entered the living room, Fang Yu was taken aback. He saw a middle-aged woman sitting on the sofa, staring coldly at the TV.
Unfamiliar.
The woman had rosy lips and white teeth, and her skin was exceptionally well-maintained, dressed in a cheongsam.
Not a wrinkle could be seen on her face, making it difficult to discern that she was a woman in her thirties or forties.
Who on earth was she?
Could she be here to check the meter?
Moreover, this area was all villas, not apartment buildings where one could mistakenly enter the wrong floor level and, thus, the wrong home. Villas shouldn't have this issue.
At this moment, Ye Wenjun walked in.
