Ye family’s villa.
Tang Yaoyao was taken from the hospital to this place all of a sudden. She was completely dumbfounded.
She looked at the huge living room, which had an antique feel to it. It was completely different from the villa decoration in her impression. It clearly had the feeling of a courtyard. However, it was not difficult to see that every time it was meticulously carved, it was priceless.
At this moment, standing in front of her, the people around her were all respectfully looking at a middle-aged man in his fifties. His hair was already white, but there were not many wrinkles on his face. He did not look old, and there was a beard on his chin, there was some white mixed in between his beard. He was wearing a white ancient-style coat and a pair of black cloth shoes. His entire person gave off a somewhat serious but not that difficult feeling to approach.
“Tang Yaoyao, is it?”The person on the opposite side spoke with a very intimidating voice.
