Ye Gang smiled and suddenly called out loudly, "Xiao Feng, we have guests, come down and meet them!"
As his words fell, a response came from upstairs, followed by the sound of rhythmic footsteps.
Qiu Ying curiously looked towards the staircase; she too wanted to know what the so-called useless offspring of the Ye Family looked like.
A tall and slender figure appeared at the top of the stairs, and the next moment, Qiu Ying's beautiful eyes showed a hint of surprise.
A singularly handsome face, a tall and slender frame, eyes indifferent yet profound—such qualities combined made him a uniquely attractive man.
Qiu Ying's eyes widened, visibly moved.
Because during her travels at West Lake, she had watched the epic battle from afar.
Though it was a bit blurred—not clear—after all, she and many tourists were kept outside at the time.
Ye Qingfeng's appearance bore some resemblance to that person who seemed to command life and death, and had crushed Yun Longtian like a divine being.
