On the evening of February 5th, Ye Xuan drove his Mercedes-Benz S600 back to the Fengqiwu residential compound in Ming City.
Although they had recently bought a villa, Ye Zhiming and his wife still preferred living in Fengqiwu. There was no helping it; the villa was simply too large, and with only two people living there, it felt empty and devoid of life.
"Ding-dong."
"Ding-dong, ding-dong."
Ye Xuan pressed the doorbell.
Chapter 961