Jing Ya raised her head, looking into Ye Fengsheng's deep eyes. Her heart pounded, reluctant to stand up again, but she said, "Mr. Ye, it seems like there's a guest coming to light a cigarette these days. Are you coming alone? Is it wrong to slap them in the face?"
Ye Fengsheng patted her shoulder. "I want to take back what's mine, there's no need to snatch, what's there to worry about."
"I came to the Lu Family, I'm not too late. If you need my help, you can ask me. If you can help me, I will definitely help you deal with it."
As Ye Fengsheng spoke, he walked toward the front door of the café, still muttering, "Where am I coming back from?"
The siblings sitting at the table exchanged looks, wanting to speak but sighing together instead.
