"Young Miss, you've returned."
The two gate-guarding disciples saw Qing Qiuyun return and immediately greeted her with respect.
"Yes, where is my father?"
Qing Qiuyun released Ye Chen's arm, maintaining a composed distance. In front of family disciples, she knew her limits.
"The Family Head is inside, he's been waiting for you for a long time," the gate disciple said.
"Does Father have something urgent for me?" Qing Qiuyun asked in confusion.
"You'll know once you go in, Young Miss," the gate disciple replied.
"Alright then."
At that moment, Qing Qiuyun, accompanied by Ye Chen, stepped inside the residence. In the hall, they met a middle-aged man in a splendid robe, exuding authority and dignity.
"Father!"
Upon seeing the middle-aged man, Qing Qiuyun ran forward gaily.
"Haha, Qing'er, you've returned."
The middle-aged man smiled with relief, his gaze full of affection.
"And this is…"
The middle-aged man then looked at Ye Chen, his brow furrowing.
