The villa before them was enormous, much larger than the average one. When Ye Xiao followed Jiang Chuan, Jiang Zhongzheng, Jiang Miaoke, Xia Nanhai, and others into the villa, they first entered a very rustic room. It was a great hall, and it appeared to be modeled after ancient designs.
At that moment, seated at the far end of the great hall was an elder with a youthful complexion and white hair. If one overlooked his snowy hair, everything about his demeanor screamed middle-aged vibrancy.
"Father, Ye Xiao has arrived," Jiang Zhongzheng said with a smile as he looked toward the elder, who was also the helmsman of the Jiang family, Jiang Wuqi.
Jiang Wuqi had a kind-looking face and his eyes were gentle as he watched Ye Xiao.
"Rumors fail to match meeting you in person. Ye Xiao, hello!" Jiang Wuqi, sitting in an armchair, spoke to Ye Xiao at a measured pace.
