"Han!"
Ye Weiwei waved in excitement from the window, her face was a bit red.
Han smiled, and waved at Ye Weiwei too.
Boom~
Suddenly, a bolt of lightning came straight down from the sky and landed right on a maple tree beside the palace. The tree was killed immediately, and bursted into flame.
A few guards of the Ye family jumped out to put out the fire. It was like chickens flying and dogs jumping, while Ye Weiwei was like a child that did something bad, said sorry, and quickly hid her head back into the room.
Han was a little stunned, because it seemed like this thunder was caused by Ye Weiwei. He looked up and saw a big sun in the sky, so he had no idea where that damn lightning came from.
The old housekeeper Ye Hua invited Han into the living room. The luxurious furnishing of Ye family palace still left Han amazed. From the crystal chandeliers to exquisite style furniture, marble floors on the ground, everything was top-grade stuff.
